[ cntd ]

[ That smile - it may be softer than Mitsuru meant it to be, but Nami enjoys it for reasons beyond business arrangements, emboldened by it enough to step closer while Mitsuru turns to look back towards the selection of harnesses on the nearest wall.

Settling against her equally pragmatic friend's side she glances towards the strap-ons as well, smirking wryly as Mitsuru's words send a prickle of awareness through her. ]

And I'd like to show you how I do.

[ Nami's voice is quieter than she intends when she answers, the hand on Mitsuru's hip tracing absent patterns. A thousand filthy images dance through her thoughts, leaving her breathing a little more heavily, and asking her next question with her lips close enough to brush Mitsuru's ear. ]

Do you want me to fuck you, or are you going to give me something to handle?

[ Sometimes logistics can be a whole new kind of fun, this place has certainly taught her that much by now. ]