(she really had been going hard at it. the motivation was there to find some manner of reason to stay sane in this place, music helped more than the idea that she wasn't completely alone. being able to focus on something else while gathering what energy mitsuki could to get through the day in this frightening world where sex is used as a currency for people to get anywhere. she hadn't thought much about it for now, if only because she'd give herself an anxiety attack again from the dreadful thoughts and feelings.
that aside, she had just gotten done setting up. her amp was ready, and her guitar was plugged in, luckily she had made sure it was tuned earlier before getting that text. right. as nervous as she is, this isn't any different from playing for those that she cared about. the problem was more....what was about to happen, not just her playing, but what they didn't know about this gift is going to almost surely cause some manner of problems. problems that mitsuki in the future would apologize for once they figure out the truth.)
Okay!
(honestly, she might apologize to so many people in the future, too. but that's a problem for another time as the familiar notes fill the air from mitsuki starting them off after adjusting the green guitar over her shoulder. the familiar sounds of that song she took to learning. she wasn't bad at all for what time mitsuki had dedicated in memorizing "layla", toiling over it for long hours when she wasn't writing down something or other in her own notebooks.
( while it wasn't a sentiment reira could outright relate to, she empathized with the new arrivals here, quickly realizing that not everyone was open to such levels of intimacy with strangers. she had found out quite a bit of information about this place, clumsily stumbling her way into painful realizations [apparently there's some man higher up getting some enjoyment out of 'shipping' them all together as she and topaz concluded?]. it made her realize that while she was never that invested in her talents, she could help others in ways like this.
it made her feel useful and wanted, a warm and wholesome feeling filling up her heart. )
'What will you do when you get lonely?'
( as she sat back, reira began to sing along to a song that had been engraved into her very being from the moment she was born. all the chords, notes, and inclinations of the melody were well stored in her mind. she had been named after the song by her father, but far beyond that she had found herself loving it and coming to it during times of trouble.
but instead of stirring a sweet and nostalgic sentiment from her, she began to feel weird from it. her face was gently turning red and she found herself a bit antsy, opting to no longer sing and instead she stared directly at mitsuki;
then it happened. she felt a wetness start to form between her thighs, her cunt starting to ache and her stomach felt that same hunger she felt that one time she unknowingly ate an aphrodisiac. she was clearly aroused, but she didn't want to stop the other. instead her hands squeezed the cushions of the couch beneath her. )
(at the time she had been focused, on hearing the vocals and how reira was singing. she didn't pay much attention. fingers working over the frets, the strings, like it was second nature for her. mitsuki hadn't known about the whole business with guests shipping those of them playing the game, about the game that predated it as she plays along. her mind was not on the present, not even the past, what it was on is music that flows through her and the work she gave memorizing each note. she hadn't thought much about it.
not even about how this gift should have been too good to be true, whenever mitsuki gets confused at first. reira had stopped singing, she even gave a worried glance in her direction as the teen considers pausing. she didn't look too good. it's enough to have her wonder if she ought to stop in general, did she mess up somewhere? from her expression, it's obvious mitsuki is starting to have her more negative thoughts press into her and what she's doing. that she might not even have been doing as great as she thought in the process of learning.)
Reira-san? Should I....
(stop, she means. hell, mitsuki even did take the chance to pause from concern despite the near question. a pushback against the negative thoughts, that maybe there was something else going on. she could be sick, for all she knows, by how reira seems to be flushed red. maybe she ought to go find cold meds in her bathroom or make a trip out alone and hope that the staff members don't reject her? she could do that and be back quickly from the trip.
unlike most guests, she doesn't quite....recognize the signs of arousal, something that should speak volumes in her experience. truly, the resort does have a sense of humor in this kind of meeting and a clueless teen going over in her mind what she could do. one nervous girl who thought nothing about where this is first before jumping to conclusions.)
Um, hang on, l-let me put this away and I can go grab cold meds or something.
(poor mitsuki, she really is doomed in this place....)
( almost immediately reira bolted up from her seat and reached out to touch mitsuki, her teeth sinking into her lower lip for a moment as she looked at the other with wide eyes. it was difficult for her to express what she had been feeling since she technically wasn't aroused for mitsuki, but she also hadn't quite clued in that it was her guitar that was making her feel so.....so....
something she didn't think would happen to her hearing this song of all things. so she decided she'd power through, giving mitsuki a firm nod. )
Sorry I guess this song is just a lot more sexier than I'd ever imagine.
( and she would continue thinking the song was making her aroused and not the guitar, she'll probably figure it out at the concert when things went haywire. for now though she simply smiled, forcing herself to calm down. )
Please, please continue, don't mind me. I just won't sing this time.
(if she knew what was going on, mitsuki might have honestly asked if they can get her a guitar that wasn't cursed. but both of them didn't know that, mitsuki wasn't so sure even what's going on before reminding herself that she might be fine. sure, reira might stop her if she thought she needed to be. she also might even have to stop herself for their own good depending on how it goes while playing along again for reira. as long as she didn't seem worried.
maybe mitsuki could learn the lyrics properly later, being bilingual has its perks, and she's not going to deny that. the teen takes a deep breath to try forcing herself to relax after her nerves began to flare up in response to her anxieties, she'll be okay or so she wants to tell herself before straightening back out her posture with her guitar in hand.)
Just tell me if you start feeling bad again and I'll stop.
(it isn't like they'd know it was her guitar, not now, whenever mitsuki thinks to herself how unusual this is. she'll likely try to make herself forget about what happened, if necessary. though now that she's got herself calmed down, again, the familiar melody fills the air. it's better she focuses on the music than overthinking, overthinking has always caused her a number of problems and none of them good in how she would argue with herself so often.
argue, put herself down, and even do things that weren't exactly as helpful as she would have thought they'd be. so for now, she'll lose herself for a time in music. until it gets to be too much, she'll do it as she's always done with that.)
( she's very subtle now with her movements, more deliberate and trying her best not to make mitsuki nervous in turn. she relaxed herself back onto the couch and inhaled and exhaled slowly. it was one thing to feel the rush of arousal and be able to take care of it with the person before her— it's not the first time it has happened. however they were here for something important and serious and she needed to focus.
so she decided to concentrate on the music, starting to sing all over again. surprisingly her voice was focused and determined now—
but the trouble truly began when mitsuki began to hit the third verse, when she began to sing 'let's make the best of the situation, before I finally go insane' that reira truly found herself going into delirium. she rose up from the couch once more, singing loud and boisterous and with a deep tone of voice before she began to fondle her own body. hands scaling down her long neck, fingers cupping her breasts and down her curves as she felt herself becoming more and more aroused. her language? she sang in perfect english— being half-japanese and half-american truly served in her favor, especially since she had been born in new york.
for now though as mitsuki rolled into the lull of the song, it was clear reira was nearly moaning. she was making sounds that were more akin to a superstar like dion or carey; high pitched and like a bird but it sounded far too erotic. )
(is she worrying? well, yes. she is worried. it's there in the back of her mind, trying not to pay too much attention to what's going on. what could be happening, she hadn't known about the mischief with the gifts from the house. not even about unfortunate gifts that others were given during their own arrivals and how they all varied in what they did. not about the suit mark flare-ups, not even about other terrible things from cursed objects that had a chance at messing with them.
reira's singing was beautiful, mitsuki had thought that to herself. her own wasn't bad, but it didn't have the polish of a more practiced singer. she'd get there eventually, given time. not now, she wasn't singing along just yet. she honestly might have joined, had it not been for her noticing that shift in her tone. the teen is confused again, but she hadn't been told to stop.
maybe the moans clued her in, oh god. to say that she was feeling awkward is an understatement. if she stops, reira might get upset. if she keeps going, what then? she isn't so sure, it's already enough to make her start feeling anxious underneath the surface. mitsuki is at least attempting to not let it show by keeping her mind and hands busy, but what else can be done? she's already considering swearing herself to secrecy and attempting to forget about this happening if she can help it.
that or maybe she should hope that she could, the adults who attempted to corner her in the tunnel of love were creepy (she almost sprinted out at being called handsome) but this is not the same as that in another reminder from the sounds. it almost makes her feel afraid to look over in the older woman's (though not that older) direction. not this time.
as long as she didn't find herself having to do anything weird, then maybe it might....be okay. she hopes, she really does. it's why mitsuki is quiet, but by how tense she is? she's torn between staying cool or showing how nervous she is.)
( it didn't take long for reira to realize she'd been behaving in a strange fashion and somewhere between wanting some kind of relief and lucidity, she remembered the last time something similar like this happened. she had been in a theaters with hiyori, the two consuming a chocolate filled with aphrodisiacs—
and they both ended up mutually masturbating, with the revelation that the house counts an orgasm near someone else as sufficient for whatever it wanted from all of them. it was there, with the song coming to an end and her high pitched vocalizations that she finally stopped and looked at the other head on. her face was deeply red, a nervous bead of sweat coming down the side of her face before she finally spoke out. )
Mitsuki-chan, I'm so sorry I just realized something....I—
( she had no reason to be ashamed of her sexuality really or feel any remorse given the nature of this place but people like mitsuki seemed to always draw out that side of her. the side that hadn't completely succumbed to the whims of the resort. the side that still held some level of shame. )
I ate some fruit before you came and it must have been laced with an aphrodisiac. I'm....I'm really aroused right now. I'm sorry I should have been more careful but...
I hate to do this to you but I figured out something about this place a while back with my friend Hiyori-kun. Basically if I take care of myself but you're nearby, it counts. You know?
(the song ended without a problem, mitsuki was for obvious reasons not sure what to do. in her head, something could be wrong. she's not necessarily someone used to the way things work in the resort, honestly, she didn't know everything going on with the food and more than that. sometimes she'd even find herself getting sneered at for simply going out to pick up cheap and easy meals, not that she knew why entirely they did that aside from it making her uncomfortable.
what she didn't know, had just shortly hit her. her expression shifts, does she look terrified? understandably, yes. terrified, anxious, and nervous. not about reira being turned on, but about the part where food was revealed to be laced with some manner of ill intentions for the guests. aphrodisiacs. she didn't know the specifics, but joe did take care to teach mitsuki about rejecting things from strangers for her own sake as a young woman. he might have avoided more awkward topics like love and romance with her, perhaps, though it did little to stop him from worrying about her safety at concerts that she goes with them to.
the festivals, too, she isn't good at hiding her feelings like some people around. honestly, she's far more honest in her expressions than some might have known. the main draw was that her face says enough, that she's wondering to herself how close she came to being in a similar state. between the amazake and the dango last month, she only had a taste of what awaits her in light alcohol and the urge to kiss any random person that she dealt with.)
The food is....spiked with things?
(she did take the explanations reira gave her, at least the surface level things that mitsuki would have been required to know. from how it looked, it didn't seem everywhere wasn't safe. people have to eat, and driving them into their days being filled with sexually charged agenda's all day and every day would make a person break apart. not that she knows this detail, she's still a kid.
but that also near causes her to miss the meaning behind her words. take....care of herself. it clicks what reira meant, if it wasn't for the nature of the resort, she would have asked if she were joking. unfortunately for her, for them, this isn't a joke, and they didn't know the true cause of her arousal is in mitsuki's hands before she awkwardly thinks to herself that this is not how she expected her day to go.)
I-I think I understand. (about masturbation and voyeurism being enough for the house to count this. what can she do? if she just sat there and watched, mitsuki might die inside, since she's by no means built for this. but she also wasn't necessarily going to fake having experience that she didn't have, so maybe it's better this way since it also isn't like either of them were turned on by one another.)
Then what do I do? Do I just keep playing something while you....
(god, she cannot finish that sentence by how red she gets trying to.)
( it was difficult for someone so sexually liberated as reira to truly have any kind of reservations over this thing. things were already far too easy and casual for her back home— outright hiring an escort and keeping a relationship with him, knowing fully he was leaving her arms to sleep with the next client, and her own casual and relaxed attitude towards sleeping with her engaged [and expecting a baby] bandmate. to show even a modicum of embarrassment with mitsuki over this strange situation was already a herculean effort for reira.
so she bolted up, giving the other a desperate look before she fumbled and waved her hands in front of her, gesturing for her to keep playing. )
Don't overthink it! Just keep playing, I'll be right back. Pretend I'm just using the restroom but stay nearby! It'll work in both our favors, trust me!
( and off she bolted, a little scrambled and all over the place, slamming the bathroom door nearby before her hands began to fumble at the waist band of her mini skirt, preparing to pleasure herself. )
(okay, okay. she tells herself she can at least do that much. maybe she can play something else? even if she did jolt up in attention at her name being called out like that. unlike reira, she's almost certainly not used to this. a bit funny given she's among those drawn to the punk lifestyle, sex, drugs, and rock'n'roll as they called it before. though really, mitsuki was more in it for rock'n'roll than any other thing. she'll use the lull to get her head together, she hopes. maybe figure out if she should start over from the top after this once she watches the older woman run off into the bathroom almost frantically.
there's a pause and mitsuki honestly feels more anxious that this happened, what the hell could she do except try and not focus on it? she has her guitar, she has a repertoire of songs that she knows for a distraction like mentioned. since she can use it as a break, it's not necessarily a bad thing if mitsuki did take the chance to blow off steam with one of them.
which is why, after that pause, her guitar starts again. a different song, this time.)
I drive alone at night. I drive all alone. Don't know what I'm headed for.... ♪
(it's not clapton, not this time, but mitsuki did while trailing off in the lyrics decide that it might be less awkward hearing a different one for now. something that also won't make them playing it incredibly awkward during the concert later. then again, this did make mitsuki realize she hadn't exactly told reira that she could sing too just yet.
....guess that might be something she can explain after?)
( it was a disastrous and painful situation for all parties involved because while reira was far from being shy about sexual endeavors, she truly had the best intentions when it came to inviting mitsuki over. she wanted to provide a place for the other to practice, to gauge her skills and allow her to forget about this place if only for a brief moment. instead it all came back to the reason they were all brought here— unfortunately for them both, her continuing to play her guitar only made those sensual and passionate feelings even more intense.
so as she rested her back against the bathroom door, hips curving forward and her fingers dragging over the edge of her mound, she listened to the music and felt a new wave of arousal take over her. she didn't need to even prepare herself for this moment; she was already fully wet. a soft moan or two, and soon her was rubbing herself to the music. it was silent at first, she did try to be discreet....
soon though moans were being interwoven with each lyric as she pleasured herself, body rising and swelling up with flush emotion. )
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Date: 2025-08-21 04:36 pm (UTC)that aside, she had just gotten done setting up. her amp was ready, and her guitar was plugged in, luckily she had made sure it was tuned earlier before getting that text. right. as nervous as she is, this isn't any different from playing for those that she cared about. the problem was more....what was about to happen, not just her playing, but what they didn't know about this gift is going to almost surely cause some manner of problems. problems that mitsuki in the future would apologize for once they figure out the truth.)
Okay!
(honestly, she might apologize to so many people in the future, too. but that's a problem for another time as the familiar notes fill the air from mitsuki starting them off after adjusting the green guitar over her shoulder. the familiar sounds of that song she took to learning. she wasn't bad at all for what time mitsuki had dedicated in memorizing "layla", toiling over it for long hours when she wasn't writing down something or other in her own notebooks.
maybe this won't be so bad.)
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Date: 2025-08-25 10:29 pm (UTC)it made her feel useful and wanted, a warm and wholesome feeling filling up her heart. )
'What will you do when you get lonely?'
( as she sat back, reira began to sing along to a song that had been engraved into her very being from the moment she was born. all the chords, notes, and inclinations of the melody were well stored in her mind. she had been named after the song by her father, but far beyond that she had found herself loving it and coming to it during times of trouble.
but instead of stirring a sweet and nostalgic sentiment from her, she began to feel weird from it. her face was gently turning red and she found herself a bit antsy, opting to no longer sing and instead she stared directly at mitsuki;
then it happened. she felt a wetness start to form between her thighs, her cunt starting to ache and her stomach felt that same hunger she felt that one time she unknowingly ate an aphrodisiac. she was clearly aroused, but she didn't want to stop the other. instead her hands squeezed the cushions of the couch beneath her. )
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Date: 2025-08-27 02:15 pm (UTC)not even about how this gift should have been too good to be true, whenever mitsuki gets confused at first. reira had stopped singing, she even gave a worried glance in her direction as the teen considers pausing. she didn't look too good. it's enough to have her wonder if she ought to stop in general, did she mess up somewhere? from her expression, it's obvious mitsuki is starting to have her more negative thoughts press into her and what she's doing. that she might not even have been doing as great as she thought in the process of learning.)
Reira-san? Should I....
(stop, she means. hell, mitsuki even did take the chance to pause from concern despite the near question. a pushback against the negative thoughts, that maybe there was something else going on. she could be sick, for all she knows, by how reira seems to be flushed red. maybe she ought to go find cold meds in her bathroom or make a trip out alone and hope that the staff members don't reject her? she could do that and be back quickly from the trip.
unlike most guests, she doesn't quite....recognize the signs of arousal, something that should speak volumes in her experience. truly, the resort does have a sense of humor in this kind of meeting and a clueless teen going over in her mind what she could do. one nervous girl who thought nothing about where this is first before jumping to conclusions.)
Um, hang on, l-let me put this away and I can go grab cold meds or something.
(poor mitsuki, she really is doomed in this place....)
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Date: 2025-08-27 10:39 pm (UTC)( almost immediately reira bolted up from her seat and reached out to touch mitsuki, her teeth sinking into her lower lip for a moment as she looked at the other with wide eyes. it was difficult for her to express what she had been feeling since she technically wasn't aroused for mitsuki, but she also hadn't quite clued in that it was her guitar that was making her feel so.....so....
something she didn't think would happen to her hearing this song of all things. so she decided she'd power through, giving mitsuki a firm nod. )
Sorry I guess this song is just a lot more sexier than I'd ever imagine.
( and she would continue thinking the song was making her aroused and not the guitar, she'll probably figure it out at the concert when things went haywire. for now though she simply smiled, forcing herself to calm down. )
Please, please continue, don't mind me. I just won't sing this time.
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Date: 2025-08-28 07:55 am (UTC)(if she knew what was going on, mitsuki might have honestly asked if they can get her a guitar that wasn't cursed. but both of them didn't know that, mitsuki wasn't so sure even what's going on before reminding herself that she might be fine. sure, reira might stop her if she thought she needed to be. she also might even have to stop herself for their own good depending on how it goes while playing along again for reira. as long as she didn't seem worried.
maybe mitsuki could learn the lyrics properly later, being bilingual has its perks, and she's not going to deny that. the teen takes a deep breath to try forcing herself to relax after her nerves began to flare up in response to her anxieties, she'll be okay or so she wants to tell herself before straightening back out her posture with her guitar in hand.)
Just tell me if you start feeling bad again and I'll stop.
(it isn't like they'd know it was her guitar, not now, whenever mitsuki thinks to herself how unusual this is. she'll likely try to make herself forget about what happened, if necessary. though now that she's got herself calmed down, again, the familiar melody fills the air. it's better she focuses on the music than overthinking, overthinking has always caused her a number of problems and none of them good in how she would argue with herself so often.
argue, put herself down, and even do things that weren't exactly as helpful as she would have thought they'd be. so for now, she'll lose herself for a time in music. until it gets to be too much, she'll do it as she's always done with that.)
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Date: 2025-08-29 09:55 pm (UTC)( she's very subtle now with her movements, more deliberate and trying her best not to make mitsuki nervous in turn. she relaxed herself back onto the couch and inhaled and exhaled slowly. it was one thing to feel the rush of arousal and be able to take care of it with the person before her— it's not the first time it has happened. however they were here for something important and serious and she needed to focus.
so she decided to concentrate on the music, starting to sing all over again. surprisingly her voice was focused and determined now—
but the trouble truly began when mitsuki began to hit the third verse, when she began to sing 'let's make the best of the situation, before I finally go insane' that reira truly found herself going into delirium. she rose up from the couch once more, singing loud and boisterous and with a deep tone of voice before she began to fondle her own body. hands scaling down her long neck, fingers cupping her breasts and down her curves as she felt herself becoming more and more aroused. her language? she sang in perfect english— being half-japanese and half-american truly served in her favor, especially since she had been born in new york.
for now though as mitsuki rolled into the lull of the song, it was clear reira was nearly moaning. she was making sounds that were more akin to a superstar like dion or carey; high pitched and like a bird but it sounded far too erotic. )
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Date: 2025-08-29 10:13 pm (UTC)reira's singing was beautiful, mitsuki had thought that to herself. her own wasn't bad, but it didn't have the polish of a more practiced singer. she'd get there eventually, given time. not now, she wasn't singing along just yet. she honestly might have joined, had it not been for her noticing that shift in her tone. the teen is confused again, but she hadn't been told to stop.
maybe the moans clued her in, oh god. to say that she was feeling awkward is an understatement. if she stops, reira might get upset. if she keeps going, what then? she isn't so sure, it's already enough to make her start feeling anxious underneath the surface. mitsuki is at least attempting to not let it show by keeping her mind and hands busy, but what else can be done? she's already considering swearing herself to secrecy and attempting to forget about this happening if she can help it.
that or maybe she should hope that she could, the adults who attempted to corner her in the tunnel of love were creepy (she almost sprinted out at being called handsome) but this is not the same as that in another reminder from the sounds. it almost makes her feel afraid to look over in the older woman's (though not that older) direction. not this time.
as long as she didn't find herself having to do anything weird, then maybe it might....be okay. she hopes, she really does. it's why mitsuki is quiet, but by how tense she is? she's torn between staying cool or showing how nervous she is.)
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Date: 2025-08-31 02:08 am (UTC)and they both ended up mutually masturbating, with the revelation that the house counts an orgasm near someone else as sufficient for whatever it wanted from all of them. it was there, with the song coming to an end and her high pitched vocalizations that she finally stopped and looked at the other head on. her face was deeply red, a nervous bead of sweat coming down the side of her face before she finally spoke out. )
Mitsuki-chan, I'm so sorry I just realized something....I—
( she had no reason to be ashamed of her sexuality really or feel any remorse given the nature of this place but people like mitsuki seemed to always draw out that side of her. the side that hadn't completely succumbed to the whims of the resort. the side that still held some level of shame. )
I ate some fruit before you came and it must have been laced with an aphrodisiac. I'm....I'm really aroused right now. I'm sorry I should have been more careful but...
I hate to do this to you but I figured out something about this place a while back with my friend Hiyori-kun. Basically if I take care of myself but you're nearby, it counts. You know?
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Date: 2025-08-31 11:56 am (UTC)what she didn't know, had just shortly hit her. her expression shifts, does she look terrified? understandably, yes. terrified, anxious, and nervous. not about reira being turned on, but about the part where food was revealed to be laced with some manner of ill intentions for the guests. aphrodisiacs. she didn't know the specifics, but joe did take care to teach mitsuki about rejecting things from strangers for her own sake as a young woman. he might have avoided more awkward topics like love and romance with her, perhaps, though it did little to stop him from worrying about her safety at concerts that she goes with them to.
the festivals, too, she isn't good at hiding her feelings like some people around. honestly, she's far more honest in her expressions than some might have known. the main draw was that her face says enough, that she's wondering to herself how close she came to being in a similar state. between the amazake and the dango last month, she only had a taste of what awaits her in light alcohol and the urge to kiss any random person that she dealt with.)
The food is....spiked with things?
(she did take the explanations reira gave her, at least the surface level things that mitsuki would have been required to know. from how it looked, it didn't seem everywhere wasn't safe. people have to eat, and driving them into their days being filled with sexually charged agenda's all day and every day would make a person break apart. not that she knows this detail, she's still a kid.
but that also near causes her to miss the meaning behind her words. take....care of herself. it clicks what reira meant, if it wasn't for the nature of the resort, she would have asked if she were joking. unfortunately for her, for them, this isn't a joke, and they didn't know the true cause of her arousal is in mitsuki's hands before she awkwardly thinks to herself that this is not how she expected her day to go.)
I-I think I understand. (about masturbation and voyeurism being enough for the house to count this. what can she do? if she just sat there and watched, mitsuki might die inside, since she's by no means built for this. but she also wasn't necessarily going to fake having experience that she didn't have, so maybe it's better this way since it also isn't like either of them were turned on by one another.)
Then what do I do? Do I just keep playing something while you....
(god, she cannot finish that sentence by how red she gets trying to.)
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Date: 2025-11-04 10:14 pm (UTC)( it was difficult for someone so sexually liberated as reira to truly have any kind of reservations over this thing. things were already far too easy and casual for her back home— outright hiring an escort and keeping a relationship with him, knowing fully he was leaving her arms to sleep with the next client, and her own casual and relaxed attitude towards sleeping with her engaged [and expecting a baby] bandmate. to show even a modicum of embarrassment with mitsuki over this strange situation was already a herculean effort for reira.
so she bolted up, giving the other a desperate look before she fumbled and waved her hands in front of her, gesturing for her to keep playing. )
Don't overthink it! Just keep playing, I'll be right back. Pretend I'm just using the restroom but stay nearby! It'll work in both our favors, trust me!
( and off she bolted, a little scrambled and all over the place, slamming the bathroom door nearby before her hands began to fumble at the waist band of her mini skirt, preparing to pleasure herself. )
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Date: 2025-11-05 12:39 am (UTC)there's a pause and mitsuki honestly feels more anxious that this happened, what the hell could she do except try and not focus on it? she has her guitar, she has a repertoire of songs that she knows for a distraction like mentioned. since she can use it as a break, it's not necessarily a bad thing if mitsuki did take the chance to blow off steam with one of them.
which is why, after that pause, her guitar starts again. a different song, this time.)
I drive alone at night.
I drive all alone.
Don't know what I'm headed for.... ♪
(it's not clapton, not this time, but mitsuki did while trailing off in the lyrics decide that it might be less awkward hearing a different one for now. something that also won't make them playing it incredibly awkward during the concert later. then again, this did make mitsuki realize she hadn't exactly told reira that she could sing too just yet.
....guess that might be something she can explain after?)
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Date: 2025-11-17 11:25 pm (UTC)so as she rested her back against the bathroom door, hips curving forward and her fingers dragging over the edge of her mound, she listened to the music and felt a new wave of arousal take over her. she didn't need to even prepare herself for this moment; she was already fully wet. a soft moan or two, and soon her was rubbing herself to the music. it was silent at first, she did try to be discreet....
soon though moans were being interwoven with each lyric as she pleasured herself, body rising and swelling up with flush emotion. )