[His hands brush against the tights. Instinctively her legs press together, but as he persists the tips of his fur on the back of his hand tickle and catch against the small threaded gaps. Color rises to her cheeks, and while Rin attempts to shoot him a glare it's more uncertain than it is angry.]
Hm... will you take responsibility if we're caught?
[Due to the nature of the scene it's unclear if the visible quiver that shows is real, or a part of her act. While she won't be opening her legs until Aak responds, Rin leans her upper half toward him. Both of them tucked together so close and conspiratorial. The special microphones easily catching the hushed whispers they share while "mother" loudly stakes ceramic plates behind them.]
no subject
Hm... will you take responsibility if we're caught?
[Due to the nature of the scene it's unclear if the visible quiver that shows is real, or a part of her act. While she won't be opening her legs until Aak responds, Rin leans her upper half toward him. Both of them tucked together so close and conspiratorial. The special microphones easily catching the hushed whispers they share while "mother" loudly stakes ceramic plates behind them.]