[ A warm hum rises up and out of her throat at his touch - appreciation and contentedness, even as her skin tingles under the brush of his fingers, each bruise and bite leaping to attention at his touch. She's still so sensitive that it should be unbearable but he's being so gentle - it's such a jarring difference to how he was handling her before that it's almost laughable. But between his hands, the warm steam filling the air and the water washing over her skin, she's practically melting against him. Being taken care of like this by him really is so lovely. ]

Mm. It does. Ah, now that I mention it, though... how was your first private handshake session?

[ Handshake session. Handshake session. We're seriously still doing this bit. ]

I did my best to give you all the kinds of fanservice I thought you'd like best. So did it work? Did I manage to steal you?