[ Tamamo is always like this: ostentatious and shameless. The amount of genitals the pair have seen together surely number in the hundreds now, and it's becoming rather normal to her eye. What is great fun to her, however, is when a gaggle of festival-goers rush past them, giggling and smiling joyfully. It's a brief interaction, following only the dick shrine by seconds, but it's infectious. Turning her head to look at him, she moves the curtain of the bathhouse's opening for him. The double doors have been kept open by a door stopper since the morning. She remembers rushing back with an emergency delivery of special scented soap only hours before coming back. ]

Part of the parade route. [ Nonchalant as she is, it's still obviously an orgy. ] I was here this morning! It was pretty empty then. Makes sense, I guess. I was delivering some soap. Now, there's lots of people having fun inside. [ This is maybe the third orgy she's walked in on this week! If he can tell. ]

...Sorry, too much for you?

[ She's maybe getting a little too adjusted to the T & A around— someone with a sizable bust walks past the doorway... Oh! It looks like they winked at him. How nice, Aerith thinks, smiling. ]