[ When Ai finally peels her eyes open, it takes a long, long moment for her to even register that she is awake. The fatigue hanging over her is so thick that she's still halfway in her dreams even now - she remembers the clicking of a projector, bright overblown images cast larger than life on a screen but anything that might have been playing out there is gone.
Her whole body feels heavy and sore. Definitely worse than any live show she's ever put on. All the bites he's left on her skin are still tingling and there's so many all over her at this point that her whole body feels like it's humming.
She feels... burned down, like a candle lit until it scorched the wax. She's been so roughly used that her whole body aches from it and she knows without even having to look (though her blurry vision helpfully zeroes in on a few of those bites down her arm) that she must be an utterly disgraceful sight by now.
Unacceptably filthy. Unforgivably sullied and impure. For Ai of B-Komachi, anyway.
The thought makes a smile settle into place on her face. ]
Good afternoon.
[ She doesn't even have to look at the time to know that's bullshit. Her voice, perhaps unsurprisingly, is raspy and worn. Almost like she'd, uh, been using it loudly and at length all through last night.
She sort of wants to roll over and face him, but every muscle in her body at once protests even the thought of it, so instead she settles for curling a little more tightly around the arms wrapped around her. ]
Or maybe it's even evening at this point. I kind of lost track.
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Her whole body feels heavy and sore. Definitely worse than any live show she's ever put on. All the bites he's left on her skin are still tingling and there's so many all over her at this point that her whole body feels like it's humming.
She feels... burned down, like a candle lit until it scorched the wax. She's been so roughly used that her whole body aches from it and she knows without even having to look (though her blurry vision helpfully zeroes in on a few of those bites down her arm) that she must be an utterly disgraceful sight by now.
Unacceptably filthy. Unforgivably sullied and impure. For Ai of B-Komachi, anyway.
The thought makes a smile settle into place on her face. ]
Good afternoon.
[ She doesn't even have to look at the time to know that's bullshit. Her voice, perhaps unsurprisingly, is raspy and worn. Almost like she'd, uh, been using it loudly and at length all through last night.
She sort of wants to roll over and face him, but every muscle in her body at once protests even the thought of it, so instead she settles for curling a little more tightly around the arms wrapped around her. ]
Or maybe it's even evening at this point. I kind of lost track.