Talk:Satyros/@comment-5426290-20160121113254/@comment-26817489-20160131230739

"I'm not... sure about that......" I comment in a soft voice, glancing away from the woman uncertainly. Her cleavage is emphasized by her outfit, and, feeling ashamed that her chest is so close to mine, I keep my eyes averted, trying to ignore the unfamiliar feelings blossoming inside of me at her solicitation.

"Oh, don't be a prude~" She drapes her front half over my waist, and I can feel her skin against the lower part of my thighs left uncovered by my bare kimono.

Heat rises to my cheeks, and I stammer, "N-No, really..." In fact- although I'm around mamono so often, I admit I'm only vaguely aware of what she's even requesting of me. I can't place the strangeness of the sensation making me feel so warm, either. Does it have something to do with her...? She isn't violent, though, or a danger to humans; I don't mind having her as company. She's just a little loose.

"Hyehee... you've really gotta learn 'bout this sometime, y'knooow..." She drawls in a drunken slur and gives one of my breasts a teasing squeeze, making me almost jump out of my seat with surprise, before collapsing on my lap. After staring at her in embarrassed shock for a minute, I realize she's fallen asleep.

...I allow it, even though it's difficult to relax like this.