(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: 2025-08-31 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. )