(It's hard to tell if Mercedes is fully aware of what she's doing...actually no, no it isn't. The movement of her hips feels far too intentional for it to be an accident. Instead, the badger is playing coy while forcibly sharing a seat with Red, feeling his growing reaction and what it entails.)

You've really got me in a bind, Red. So defenseless after a fair defeat...guess you really earned your keep this time, huh?

(She's shifting around just enough to mercifully take her butt off of him, even if she's still settled up against him. The reason starts becoming clear with her finger trailing over his chest, the simple swirling motion slinking lower and lower. The destination is marked well enough with his twitching, suppressed member forced to hide itself away beneath his pants, so why not set it free? The badger's getting started on the first handful of belts to unbuckle and work through...)