Don't you think a girl like me should be touched?
While Hotaru had been planning to consecrate the shrine location with Sunjata, she hadn’t been expecting such fortuitous timing to grant them a companion for the event. A night of debauchery and hedonism, hours to spare granting the lucky man access to otherwise untouchable bodies. For one night she sets aside her possessiveness and instead looks forward to being able to place her lover on a pedestal, to show him off and watch someone be starstruck by him in the way he deserves.
Not that she expects any less for herself. Similarly underdressed in a gauzy dress that shies on the side of transparency, neckline off the shoulder and implying no further layers beneath the top, she had decided to leave her long golden hair loose for once to better entice wandering hands.
As Sunjata pulls away she squeezes his hand in return, and then reaches for Miles with the other, a beckoning smile on her face. She doesn’t have to wait long; his fingers intertwine with hers swiftly, and she pulls him closer as Sunjata begins to set up. “Are you hungry? We can feed you first,” she croons, fingers aching to feel the stickiness of the peaches, the glance of lips against her fingertips. “Or would you rather we be the ones to eat from your palm?” Though something playful sparks in her eyes, it’s clear both options are firmly on the table. Miles - to his credit - doesn’t seem outwardly overwhelmed, though of course slightly flustered. “How about both? We can take turns.” Ru laughs, delighted, and pulls him down to sit on the newly spread blanket before lifting a hand to beckon Sunjata down. Her eyes are on the Flood’s as she replies to their client. “Perfect. That seems to be the theme of the night after all, hm?”
Not that she expects any less for herself. Similarly underdressed in a gauzy dress that shies on the side of transparency, neckline off the shoulder and implying no further layers beneath the top, she had decided to leave her long golden hair loose for once to better entice wandering hands.
As Sunjata pulls away she squeezes his hand in return, and then reaches for Miles with the other, a beckoning smile on her face. She doesn’t have to wait long; his fingers intertwine with hers swiftly, and she pulls him closer as Sunjata begins to set up. “Are you hungry? We can feed you first,” she croons, fingers aching to feel the stickiness of the peaches, the glance of lips against her fingertips. “Or would you rather we be the ones to eat from your palm?” Though something playful sparks in her eyes, it’s clear both options are firmly on the table. Miles - to his credit - doesn’t seem outwardly overwhelmed, though of course slightly flustered. “How about both? We can take turns.” Ru laughs, delighted, and pulls him down to sit on the newly spread blanket before lifting a hand to beckon Sunjata down. Her eyes are on the Flood’s as she replies to their client. “Perfect. That seems to be the theme of the night after all, hm?”
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