Her gaze darts between your hands and your face, hope flickering in her dead eyes as she waits for you to make the next move. She's so close now...so close to maintaining this tenuous connection with the world of the living, even if it means giving up everything else in the process.
Her breath hitches when your hands finally close around hers, and she arches into the contact like a cat being petted.
"Good zombie!" I said praising her once more, as I began rubbing her thigh once more, yet this time my hand was a bit higher, nearing her more sensitive area~
The zombie woman lets out a moan that sounds almost human as your hand nears her more sensitive area. Her body trembles with anticipation, her breath coming faster and shallower as she struggles to control herself. With each passing moment, the line between undead creature and living being seems to blur further, casting doubt on everything you thought you knew about the world around you.