[ Her hand's still tingling where her skin met his hip, where his fingers brushed across hers. Why's it so hard to breathe? Why does it suddenly feel like there's more to this than just sharing clothes? ]

Thank you.

[ Her voice is soft. Breathy. She takes his briefs, fingers tightening around them. Some of his warmth continues to linger in the fabric. Now to just put them on instead of staring a hole into them, imagining the parts they were literally just up against...

She doesn't fully look back this time, but her eyes drift in that direction, wondering what he's feeling while sliding her panties on. Are hers just as warm? Maybe he's even as secretly excited as she is, she wildly hopes.

No more hesitating. One leg, then the other, and she pulls his briefs up her legs. She makes a tiny noise of surprise once they're fully up, though she still needs to keep a grip on them--her hips can only do but so much to help keep them in place. But they're on. And she likes it.

It must be safe to turn around now, right? So, slowly, she takes tiny steps, turning to face him. And what a sight. She stares openly, too oblivious to bother hiding how obvious she's being. It's cute and sultry at the same time. A part of her, a part of him, so intimately shared. ]

Just like I thought. [ She giggles softly. ] You make everything look better~

[ Monika gradually steps in closer. With the limited room in the stall, she has to do that. They have to finish this. Once there's barely any room between them, though, she pauses there, looking up at his face. Maybe--just one touch-- ]

I'll just. Grab your clothes. Then it's just our shoes and...we're done.

[ There's no hiding the disappointment in her voice. She doesn't think she could hide it if she tried. ]