[ The jacket falls, and the kisses cease with it, as do her efforts to get undressed. Monika's yanked her head back, breathing heavily, eyes narrowed as she glares. That is not what she asked for. Like, nice job exposing the dick, but she wanted! easy! access!

Her eyes narrow further as she wipes her mouth on the back of her hand. That little display? Being taken as an act of defiance. After yesterday, she can already tell she hates defiance. ]

Oh. So that's how it's going to be, huh?

[ She begins to reach out to furiously rip at fabric, but after a quiet chuckle from their painterly guest, a few choice implements have materialized on a small but ornate table, just to really spice things up. Notably, there's an equally-ornate knife. Monika doesn't hesitate with snatching it up. Eat your heart out, Yuri.

She presses back in roughly, unrelenting, until he's trapped against the railing and wall. Her grin's crooked, more than a little unhinged. She snatches up a torn edge of the fabric near his cock, avoiding giving him even the smallest touch of pleasure otherwise. ]

Think you can stay still~?

[ The knife plunges forward, almost as if she's determined to jam it inside and spill his guts, but she instead shoves it into the breach in his bodysuit, yanking it up and up, easily tearing through as if she's wielding a red-hot blade. She slows down near his breasts, squeezing them together with her forced efforts to make him wait for the inevitable drop. It's what he asked for, isn't it? Going sloooow?

At last. The pressure's released, and the knife jumps up quickly, finishing the job of cleaving the upper area apart. Monika lets it linger near his throat. It's an empty threat. How badly could she hurt him, really?

Would she hurt him if she tried to find out? ]

Go on. Help me out, Sparky. Or do you not know how to take off clothes the normal way?