( there's something almost endearing about his manners that come long after being intimate—

yet that was the nature of this place in the end, to break traditional boundaries, see others at their most intimate and walk away like nothing happened. only to rinse and repeat. not that reira would ever hold that against him, but the light blush that illuminates her face as she slips from the door he held for her and inside came as if she hadn't seen him naked, begging him to breed her.

once inside, she turned on her heal and opened the door to the first walk in closet to show him just how stuffed it was with all sorts of costumes. )

Back home I am, but it doesn't really matter here.

( but soon came his teasing, bringing about a more determined look on her face. as much as she disliked singing for the sake of one particular man who held her caged up through emotional bonds and years of knowing each other, when she was challenged she would most certainly take pride in knowing her talent was truly her one gift. )

But...maybe it does matter since you have yet to see how good I am.

( with a fierce look in her eyes, she began to move further into the room, preparing herself mentally to blow him away. )