[ She's in her male form I just can't be arsed to swap accounts, also still she/ her pronouns Saya was a little surprised to see Red Son among the maids, she hadn't known she joined up. It's nice to think she'll have another excuse to spend time with her. Although, somehow she hopes Red Son didn't think too badly of her for playing this up and carrying on with customers and other maids alike. She doesn't want her to get... well it's not really the wrong idea, so she can't really say what bothers her about it. ]
[ When Red Son takes off her ribbon and approaches while Saya is in her male form, still wearing pink and black and red ribbons, her smile is warm and inviting, though a bit different than her other customers saw. Softer, more earnest. She does indeed take in Red Son's clothes and appearance, though nothing that could be considered impolite. She looks nice, but Saya always thinks that. Saya's male form is fairly recognizable as still being Saya, her distinctive eyes are the same though her features are a little altered, a bit more angular. She's still lithe and athletic, albeit in a more stereotypically male way, broader in the shoulders and more overtly muscular. Still unnaturally pretty, of course. ]
Mmhmm. Seven inches or so. I can take whatever appearance I want to, so if you prefer me shorter I can do that.
Is there something you wanted to order? I'm at your service, of course.
[Red Son's own change isn't so dramatic. She's still the same size, same eyes, fangs more than distinct. If anything, it takes paying attention to really notice the differences. Her face is a little softer, figure a little more curvy, chest a little fuller, but largely she's still the same. She doesn't see a need to be much different, she was still herself, even if she was feeling a little different in the right outfit. Then again, that was probably why she largely had an androgynous look to her in the first place. It was where she settled in how 'she' looks to herself.]
[Though her hair being down does a lot as a visual indicator, even styled to be fluffier than normal. Though perhaps a surprise to Saya is how the bull ears have made a return as she approached the other.]
[She frowns a bit at that number and crosses the last of the distance and oh]
[Yep]
She's taller now.] Ah...
[There is a pause.]
[Then a blush, a flickering of flames at her back.] Taller is fine.
Well, I've just noticed you're working rather hard. So you might want a bit of a...snack break, as it were.
[ Now with the right icons Saya leans back against the counter as Red Son approaches, just taking her in. How different she really isn't, but for the outfit. Not a true change as Saya does it. (She doesn't have to be this dramatic, the shifts can be more subtle, she just finds it fun to play around with the shape. Though it does make for a lot of clothing changes.) ]
Noticed that, did you. [ It's not a brag or a tease, actually. Just softly spoken, almost regretful. But then her smile snaps back into place at that offer. ]
[ She shifts a bit, shoulders curling forward as Red Son approaches. Leaning down toward her just a bit. ]
Is this something you're requesting as a paying customer, or something you're offering as a... [ she realizes too late that choosing a word escapes her. Friend? That doesn't feel quite right. Hm. ] --favor?
[She raises an eyebrow at that tone.] Of course. Its important to be aware of all matters in the business, in case anyone needs help.
Or a customer needs to be removed, I am quite good at 'restrained threat' when it comes to bad customers, though I'm sure you could handle anyone disrespectful. [She practiced quite a bit at it. Because her father definitely didn't know how to not be overtly threatening.]
[She looks up, gaze getting lidded and she curls a finger just under the edge of the vest, running her finger along the fabric.]
Well, you are on the clock. It would be rude for me to interrupt your work, so I suppose I could contribute to guild funds.
[ "Needs help", another time she's being oddly sweet, even if it's more a general sense of protectiveness than specifically about Saya. Truly, she wouldn't need it. More at issue is that she has no sense of shame and she doesn't especially think Red Son would appreciate it. (Or maybe she doesn't want her to see it directed at other people. Saya knows how she herself gets with possessive instincts, and can only assume Red Son's are a bit similar. Trying to be respectful, that's all, in a way she usually wouldn't give a flip about.) ]
[ That look, though, the way Red Son touches her vest -- well, now. Saya has no trouble seeing what's happening here, and she's not about to let it go unanswered. She offers one of those smiles that's far too knowing, and reaches out to grasp that hand before it can fiddle further with the vest, bringing it to her lips to gently kiss the back of it. As formal and genteel a gesture as it gets, but for the playful glint in her red eyes. ]
You'll have to choose a menu item, in that case. Or several.
[ She's not about to let go of Red Son's hand. She makes no further movement to draw her closer, though the look on her face might do it. That's certainly the intention. ]
[Its sweet until she has to chase out a customer because Red Son is great at keeping the customer service act up right until she's actually disrespected instead of just dealing with anger. She will never allow for such rudeness in her domain.]
[Even if this is Yuri's domain technically.]
[She's been thinking of having the food stall with her father, its made her feel weirdly territorial. And weirdly relaxed enough for the ears to slip out.]
[But when it came to Saya-]
[The first thing she had known about Saya was she was married. Part of her delay in even taking Saya up on her offer was dedicating the time to the mental loops to ensure she didn't get possessive or jealous. To do that would only going to hurt herself, especially when Saya was clear on how she operated. It wasn't her right. It wasn't fair to Saya. It wasn't fair to Kantera. She could not make a claim and she wouldn't, only let herself ponder the thoughts when they're together.]
[And, well, Saya sure did just offer to bed her literally their second in person meeting, the shameless behavior was expected.]
I believe its 'donate blood' on the menu.
[She grins back, looking pleased after the hand kiss. Stepping closer, lowering her voice in a tease.]
[ The thing of it is, Saya wouldn't hate the possessiveness, or the idea of a claim. It goes against so much of how she's used to working, but as she's said at least twice, she's never had an equal before. It's a different set of rules, apparently, that she's only learning as she goes. This is why, eventually, they'll need to hash out some guidelines here, because much as she'd not wired to restrict herself to one person or even several, concessions can be made, if Red Son wants them to be. Kantera is the only non-negotiable thing, really, although with his perhaps leaving her hanging over her head she's not entirely sure whether there'll be anything to ultimately negotiate around. ]
[ As for being shameless... well, it's baked in at this point, but she can moderate herself given enough of a reason. Red Son's sensibilities would be enough of one. ]
They are good. [ Saya grins in that shameless way that says she talked herself into some free ones. (Talked, bothered, it's all the same arena.) ]
[ Saya reaches out to curl her hand around Red Son's waist and to the small of her back. Not tugging, just a solid point of contact. ] Although not the best thing on offer, thanks to you.
[ And now leaning forward to murmur against Red Son's ear, as she so often does, voice lowered all the more thanks to her current form. ]
I believe the only correct answer here is for me to grab a plate and you to grab a room. [ She's not drinking blood out in the open, especially given how they both react to it. ]
[It will be a heck of a conversation because Red Son has never had to think seriously about what she's wanted from another person beyond her family. Figuring out everything with others is still so very new, let alone on such an intense level. Its also why Red Son is trying so hard to NOT assume too much. She doesn't want to lose what she can wrap her mind around by trying to take too much.]
[She chuckles.] The cook has already been introduced to your appetite, I take it. [Who knows how many pancakes Saya has gotten.]
[She hums, leaning closer at the contact anyway.] I know you said I was good, but it is nice to have a solid thing to gauge against. Better than pancakes is fairly good.
[She shivers at the whispering, her own eyes lidded, tugging lightly at her jacket.] I'll get a room. Don't keep me waiting long. [Her own voice lowers, a command in it, leaning in to kiss just below Saya's ear, a breath, teasing thing, before finally stepping away to head for the rooms.]
[ She is deeply not used to this dynamic. And, from most people, wouldn't appreciate it. However, as noted, this is Different. From an equal, she'll take some teasing without immediately shoving her in her place. There are no places here. Which doesn't mean Saya's going to take it lying down, of course. But there's a reason she's not messing with it here, and she's getting to that. ]
Wouldn't dream of it.
[ She watches Red Son vanish into a room, emphasis on watches. That outfit agrees with her. ]
[ When Saya makes her way in, she's back in her hybrid shift form -- dusty silver skin and long silver hair, white bat wings. Same clothes, though she did have to take down a few buttons to get her wings through the openings she cut in the shirt and vest, though Saya is slightly taller in this form so nothing she's wearing looks too out of place. And a plate of souffle pancakes with strawberries and chocolate in her hand, Lelouch knows what she likes. ]
Sorry for the shift. I can be a bit more aggressive in that form. Besides, I never got any proper commentary from you on this. [ On account of Red Son's exhaustion at the time. Fishing for compliments again. In fairness, this form is widely considered her most beautiful and she barely got a glance out of her. ]
[Red Son moves the pillows closer together, an invitation for Saya to sit close, and takes the time to undo the bow around her neck, and undo the top first buttons. She carefully folds the strip of fabric and sets it on the table as she waits, resting her chin in her hand.]
[She raises an eyebrow at the shift in form and explanation.] I don't know what I did to imply I didn't like aggression, but you should tell me so I can change that.
[She does chuckle with some amusement.] I should make a note to always be ready to praise your shifts in appearances then? [That is definitely teasing.]
You're gorgeous, of course. You always are. Beauty, elegant, a commanding and dangerous presence. The eyes are quite memorizing, though I am curious how the red and gold will look in contrast.
[ Saya settles on the pillow beside Red Son and snaps her wing out so it's fanned around her, urging her to curl close. The plate gets set to the side. They can always heat the plate again later. ]
I know you don't like impulsivity, is all. But duly noted. [ Part of it is being more or less in a public place, not having properly assessed the boundaries here and not wanting to kill the mood to get into it. At Red Son's place she'd feel very different about getting more aggressive. ] I can show you that form whenever you like, I just need a bit of planning. I don't mind ripping clothes, but destroying them gets expensive. And I prefer to have a flattering appearance when you're around.
[ She extends a red-tipped claw and helps Red Son with that neckline, taking care not to rip anything, and care to brush against her skin. ]
Intend to turn my eyes fully gold, do you? I don't know what's responsible for this mood, but please tell me so I can encourage it as often as possible.
[She curls up against Saya, sighing softly as the contact does it's magic.]
I don't, but I chose to engage in flirtation. I suppose to clarify, I dislike being put into a situation suddenly, but my skill to adapt isn't so poor that I cannot take a few surprises in the vein of the encounter once I'm in it. If I've made it clear I'm in a certain mood, feel free to test boundaries. I'll be very clear if I'm not a fan. [And really, it will be easier over time. She just has to get used to these new kinds of encounters.]
[She tilts her head a bit, exposing her neck more as she leans into the touch. Her own hand trailing down Saya's leg.] I've yet to see you in an unflattering light, though I do prefer you aware. [She wasn't a fan of her passed out after the treanpires, but she couldn't say she was unattractive either.] But noted. It would be nice to see all your forms. It allows for more to appreciate.
Hmmm, a mix of frustration and giddiness. I like working in food, as strange as that might sound, but some customers can be....challenging. Certainly this is better stress relief then attempting to set a particularly disrespectful one on fire.
Oh? Very good to know. [ Having a bit of road to run on is agreeable, certainly. ] I admit that part of my shifting also has to do with thinking that a mark might stand out especially well on my skin when it's this shade. [ She's just saying. ]
[ Saya leans down to brush the tip of her nose along Red Son's neck, breathing in the scent of her blood. Saya's claws slide through Red Son's hair, brush the back of her neck. Coaxing her closer even as Saya's wings curl more tightly around them both, enhancing the feeling of privacy. Aiming to reduce the world down to the two of them and the vanishing space between. A few gentle nips with her fangs here and there, but no biting yet. Just working her lazy way up Red Son's neck, the turn of her jaw, admiring the softer lines of her face. Shifting until Saya's nose bumps hers and their eyes lock, showing off the red-golden glow and the way it looks in contrast with the cool tones of her silver skin. ]
[ Just before their lips meet, Saya pauses, eyelashes fluttering. ] You didn't request a kiss, did you? [ There's a playful flash in her red-gold eyes before she lowers them in a way that's both demure and intensely seductive. ]
Forgive my forwardness... mistress. [ Saya's role is the maid here, this is certainly not phrasing she'd normally use. But it's fun to play up, temporarily... although. She wouldn't mind exploring the idea here and now. Despite her words, she hasn't moved back a single millimeter. ]
I'm yours to do with as you please. [ Whatever boundaries Red Son wants tested, she'll have to ask for it. ]
The hardest step is always the first one. [It was something she had figured out with Mei. It was hardest to actually get to the hang out, but usually once she was there, it wasn't so bad. It was often fun. And Saya was always fun.]
[Though upon hearing that, her eyes gleam with excitement.] That is quite a good point. [She hums, head tilted back, fingers trailing over the top of Saya's pants. Her heart starting to pound, an extra shot of excitement of this closeness while in a place that was a little more public than her own home. The wings help counter the nerves of that thought. Public, but still private.]
[She meets Saya's eyes with a lidded look of her own, a smirk across her face at the red-gold.]
[And then the tease and she laughs, a hand moving up along her side.]
I suppose a little forwardness can be forgiven. Especially since you do so well to make the...options appealing. I'll be sure to pay for the kiss.
[Her hand went to Saya's chin, a gentle touch, before leaning in to close that last bit of distance to kiss her. Nothing too heated yet, almost sweet for the moment.]
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Date: Apr. 24th, 2023 02:56 pm (UTC)She's in her male form I just can't be arsed to swap accounts, also still she/ her pronounsSaya was a little surprised to see Red Son among the maids, she hadn't known she joined up. It's nice to think she'll have another excuse to spend time with her. Although, somehow she hopes Red Son didn't think too badly of her for playing this up and carrying on with customers and other maids alike. She doesn't want her to get... well it's not really the wrong idea, so she can't really say what bothers her about it. ][ When Red Son takes off her ribbon and approaches while Saya is in her male form, still wearing pink and black and red ribbons, her smile is warm and inviting, though a bit different than her other customers saw. Softer, more earnest. She does indeed take in Red Son's clothes and appearance, though nothing that could be considered impolite. She looks nice, but Saya always thinks that. Saya's male form is fairly recognizable as still being Saya, her distinctive eyes are the same though her features are a little altered, a bit more angular. She's still lithe and athletic, albeit in a more stereotypically male way, broader in the shoulders and more overtly muscular. Still unnaturally pretty, of course. ]
Mmhmm. Seven inches or so. I can take whatever appearance I want to, so if you prefer me shorter I can do that.
Is there something you wanted to order? I'm at your service, of course.
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Date: Apr. 24th, 2023 04:36 pm (UTC)[Though her hair being down does a lot as a visual indicator, even styled to be fluffier than normal. Though perhaps a surprise to Saya is how the bull ears have made a return as she approached the other.]
[She frowns a bit at that number and crosses the last of the distance and oh]
[Yep]
She's taller now.] Ah...
[There is a pause.]
[Then a blush, a flickering of flames at her back.] Taller is fine.
Well, I've just noticed you're working rather hard. So you might want a bit of a...snack break, as it were.
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Date: Apr. 24th, 2023 04:46 pm (UTC)Now with the right iconsSaya leans back against the counter as Red Son approaches, just taking her in. How different she really isn't, but for the outfit. Not a true change as Saya does it. (She doesn't have to be this dramatic, the shifts can be more subtle, she just finds it fun to play around with the shape. Though it does make for a lot of clothing changes.) ]Noticed that, did you. [ It's not a brag or a tease, actually. Just softly spoken, almost regretful. But then her smile snaps back into place at that offer. ]
[ She shifts a bit, shoulders curling forward as Red Son approaches. Leaning down toward her just a bit. ]
Is this something you're requesting as a paying customer, or something you're offering as a... [ she realizes too late that choosing a word escapes her. Friend? That doesn't feel quite right. Hm. ] --favor?
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Date: Apr. 24th, 2023 07:24 pm (UTC)Or a customer needs to be removed, I am quite good at 'restrained threat' when it comes to bad customers, though I'm sure you could handle anyone disrespectful. [She practiced quite a bit at it. Because her father definitely didn't know how to not be overtly threatening.]
[She looks up, gaze getting lidded and she curls a finger just under the edge of the vest, running her finger along the fabric.]
Well, you are on the clock. It would be rude for me to interrupt your work, so I suppose I could contribute to guild funds.
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Date: Apr. 24th, 2023 07:46 pm (UTC)[ That look, though, the way Red Son touches her vest -- well, now. Saya has no trouble seeing what's happening here, and she's not about to let it go unanswered. She offers one of those smiles that's far too knowing, and reaches out to grasp that hand before it can fiddle further with the vest, bringing it to her lips to gently kiss the back of it. As formal and genteel a gesture as it gets, but for the playful glint in her red eyes. ]
You'll have to choose a menu item, in that case. Or several.
[ She's not about to let go of Red Son's hand. She makes no further movement to draw her closer, though the look on her face might do it. That's certainly the intention. ]
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Date: Apr. 24th, 2023 08:41 pm (UTC)[Even if this is Yuri's domain technically.]
[She's been thinking of having the food stall with her father, its made her feel weirdly territorial. And weirdly relaxed enough for the ears to slip out.]
[But when it came to Saya-]
[The first thing she had known about Saya was she was married. Part of her delay in even taking Saya up on her offer was dedicating the time to the mental loops to ensure she didn't get possessive or jealous. To do that would only going to hurt herself, especially when Saya was clear on how she operated. It wasn't her right. It wasn't fair to Saya. It wasn't fair to Kantera. She could not make a claim and she wouldn't, only let herself ponder the thoughts when they're together.]
[And, well, Saya sure did just offer to bed her literally their second in person meeting, the shameless behavior was expected.]
I believe its 'donate blood' on the menu.
[She grins back, looking pleased after the hand kiss. Stepping closer, lowering her voice in a tease.]
Though those pancake souffles have looked good.
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Date: Apr. 24th, 2023 09:01 pm (UTC)[ As for being shameless... well, it's baked in at this point, but she can moderate herself given enough of a reason. Red Son's sensibilities would be enough of one. ]
They are good. [ Saya grins in that shameless way that says she talked herself into some free ones. (Talked, bothered, it's all the same arena.) ]
[ Saya reaches out to curl her hand around Red Son's waist and to the small of her back. Not tugging, just a solid point of contact. ] Although not the best thing on offer, thanks to you.
[ And now leaning forward to murmur against Red Son's ear, as she so often does, voice lowered all the more thanks to her current form. ]
I believe the only correct answer here is for me to grab a plate and you to grab a room. [ She's not drinking blood out in the open, especially given how they both react to it. ]
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Date: Apr. 27th, 2023 12:57 am (UTC)[She chuckles.] The cook has already been introduced to your appetite, I take it. [Who knows how many pancakes Saya has gotten.]
[She hums, leaning closer at the contact anyway.] I know you said I was good, but it is nice to have a solid thing to gauge against. Better than pancakes is fairly good.
[She shivers at the whispering, her own eyes lidded, tugging lightly at her jacket.] I'll get a room. Don't keep me waiting long. [Her own voice lowers, a command in it, leaning in to kiss just below Saya's ear, a breath, teasing thing, before finally stepping away to head for the rooms.]
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Date: Apr. 27th, 2023 01:35 am (UTC)Wouldn't dream of it.
[ She watches Red Son vanish into a room, emphasis on watches. That outfit agrees with her. ]
[ When Saya makes her way in, she's back in her hybrid shift form -- dusty silver skin and long silver hair, white bat wings. Same clothes, though she did have to take down a few buttons to get her wings through the openings she cut in the shirt and vest, though Saya is slightly taller in this form so nothing she's wearing looks too out of place. And a plate of souffle pancakes with strawberries and chocolate in her hand, Lelouch knows what she likes. ]
Sorry for the shift. I can be a bit more aggressive in that form. Besides, I never got any proper commentary from you on this. [ On account of Red Son's exhaustion at the time. Fishing for compliments again. In fairness, this form is widely considered her most beautiful and she barely got a glance out of her. ]
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Date: Apr. 27th, 2023 02:00 am (UTC)[She raises an eyebrow at the shift in form and explanation.] I don't know what I did to imply I didn't like aggression, but you should tell me so I can change that.
[She does chuckle with some amusement.] I should make a note to always be ready to praise your shifts in appearances then? [That is definitely teasing.]
You're gorgeous, of course. You always are. Beauty, elegant, a commanding and dangerous presence. The eyes are quite memorizing, though I am curious how the red and gold will look in contrast.
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Date: Apr. 27th, 2023 02:08 am (UTC)I know you don't like impulsivity, is all. But duly noted. [ Part of it is being more or less in a public place, not having properly assessed the boundaries here and not wanting to kill the mood to get into it. At Red Son's place she'd feel very different about getting more aggressive. ] I can show you that form whenever you like, I just need a bit of planning. I don't mind ripping clothes, but destroying them gets expensive. And I prefer to have a flattering appearance when you're around.
[ She extends a red-tipped claw and helps Red Son with that neckline, taking care not to rip anything, and care to brush against her skin. ]
Intend to turn my eyes fully gold, do you? I don't know what's responsible for this mood, but please tell me so I can encourage it as often as possible.
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Date: May. 2nd, 2023 03:31 pm (UTC)I don't, but I chose to engage in flirtation. I suppose to clarify, I dislike being put into a situation suddenly, but my skill to adapt isn't so poor that I cannot take a few surprises in the vein of the encounter once I'm in it. If I've made it clear I'm in a certain mood, feel free to test boundaries. I'll be very clear if I'm not a fan. [And really, it will be easier over time. She just has to get used to these new kinds of encounters.]
[She tilts her head a bit, exposing her neck more as she leans into the touch. Her own hand trailing down Saya's leg.] I've yet to see you in an unflattering light, though I do prefer you aware. [She wasn't a fan of her passed out after the treanpires, but she couldn't say she was unattractive either.] But noted. It would be nice to see all your forms. It allows for more to appreciate.
Hmmm, a mix of frustration and giddiness. I like working in food, as strange as that might sound, but some customers can be....challenging. Certainly this is better stress relief then attempting to set a particularly disrespectful one on fire.
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Date: May. 2nd, 2023 06:23 pm (UTC)[ Saya leans down to brush the tip of her nose along Red Son's neck, breathing in the scent of her blood. Saya's claws slide through Red Son's hair, brush the back of her neck. Coaxing her closer even as Saya's wings curl more tightly around them both, enhancing the feeling of privacy. Aiming to reduce the world down to the two of them and the vanishing space between. A few gentle nips with her fangs here and there, but no biting yet. Just working her lazy way up Red Son's neck, the turn of her jaw, admiring the softer lines of her face. Shifting until Saya's nose bumps hers and their eyes lock, showing off the red-golden glow and the way it looks in contrast with the cool tones of her silver skin. ]
[ Just before their lips meet, Saya pauses, eyelashes fluttering. ] You didn't request a kiss, did you? [ There's a playful flash in her red-gold eyes before she lowers them in a way that's both demure and intensely seductive. ]
Forgive my forwardness... mistress. [ Saya's role is the maid here, this is certainly not phrasing she'd normally use. But it's fun to play up, temporarily... although. She wouldn't mind exploring the idea here and now. Despite her words, she hasn't moved back a single millimeter. ]
I'm yours to do with as you please. [ Whatever boundaries Red Son wants tested, she'll have to ask for it. ]
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Date: Jun. 12th, 2023 09:09 am (UTC)[Though upon hearing that, her eyes gleam with excitement.] That is quite a good point. [She hums, head tilted back, fingers trailing over the top of Saya's pants. Her heart starting to pound, an extra shot of excitement of this closeness while in a place that was a little more public than her own home. The wings help counter the nerves of that thought. Public, but still private.]
[She meets Saya's eyes with a lidded look of her own, a smirk across her face at the red-gold.]
[And then the tease and she laughs, a hand moving up along her side.]
I suppose a little forwardness can be forgiven. Especially since you do so well to make the...options appealing. I'll be sure to pay for the kiss.
[Her hand went to Saya's chin, a gentle touch, before leaning in to close that last bit of distance to kiss her. Nothing too heated yet, almost sweet for the moment.]