[ Ah, this is... super embarrassing. It's not like there's any trace of what they did last night that she can see but she knows and that's more than enough. She waits for shame to bubble up, some kind of guilt or regret - and it's not as if she doesn't feel anything, it's just not quite like she expected. There's no doubt that it had been a bad idea, but she can't bring herself to be sorry, either.
A bitter smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. This isn't a feeling that any Saintess should be proud of, is it?
Her hand drifts down and slowly brushes over his tail, her fingertips gently tracing the scales. The texture is strange, smooth and sleek and warm, but not entirely unpleasant. ... well, it certainly hadn't been unpleasant last night, anyway.
The two of them really are in deep, deep trouble, aren't they? ]
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A bitter smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. This isn't a feeling that any Saintess should be proud of, is it?
Her hand drifts down and slowly brushes over his tail, her fingertips gently tracing the scales. The texture is strange, smooth and sleek and warm, but not entirely unpleasant. ... well, it certainly hadn't been unpleasant last night, anyway.
The two of them really are in deep, deep trouble, aren't they? ]