[ It may not be the word they're both thinking of, and he might be a little bit shy, or lust-addled about it, but it's good enough. She certainly doesn't hold it against him. With a cheeky smile, she leans back, lets go of him, and stands up. ]
Is that so? [ There's a teasing lilt to her voice, like she has a secret that she's dying to tell him. Still in her dress and heels, she's rather clothed in comparison to him.
Aerith lifts the skirt of her pale pink dress, exposing her underwear— they're nothing special, of course. She didn't plan for this, if the futon left out and unmade is any indication. ] In that case, you don't mind helping me take these off, do you?
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Is that so? [ There's a teasing lilt to her voice, like she has a secret that she's dying to tell him. Still in her dress and heels, she's rather clothed in comparison to him.
Aerith lifts the skirt of her pale pink dress, exposing her underwear— they're nothing special, of course. She didn't plan for this, if the futon left out and unmade is any indication. ] In that case, you don't mind helping me take these off, do you?