a raise of her eyebrow for a moment before it hit her— stance faltering as it ran a shock up lumine's back. “ooh... oh wow— nnnh... ” trying not to be too... loud. but she is enjoying it— quite a bit.
⠀ ⠀ wordlessly, danica reached an appendage beneath her porcelain dress, exploring the expanse beneath before digits linger by lumine's panties. without wasting a moment, she rubbed against the pleats of the descender's clit through the fabric
⠀ ... unaware of what that entailed, the blonde traveler just nodded in response, letting a gulp out of her throat as she looked down at the doll—like maid.
⠀ ⠀ “is that so? your body must be sore, then. i know of many tactics to alleviate such feeling.. shall i help you with that as well?” danica crouched in front of lumine, peering up through lashes in monotonous anticipation.
⠀ ⠀ “were you perhaps out fighting? your clothes are rather disorderly.” extremities explored the fabric, pulling it into place with the cost of touching bare skin. the housemaid proceeded downwards, smoothing out the wrinkles by the other's
⠀ ⠀ very well. now, if you’ll excuse me… (the housemaid stepped closer, lethargically so, before settling mere centimeters away from lumine. glancing down, two digits crept beneath her dress’ bodice, curling to run along the edge.)
@marionetits ( * a loud yelp at the incoming abuse— she cant say she didnt have it coming. all of the problems she brought the harbingers. )
nnnh— archons... 🌀