"As you like," Yukimura said when he received his answer, watching Kuronue's wings move.
Mame-chan turned her head to catch Kuronue's wing as it brushed her cheek, bringing her fingers up to brush along the wing bone, not holding it, just exploring the texture and feel of it as her lips gently caressed the part closest to her mouth.
There was a small sound from their audience, a mixture of amazement and shock mixed with a little bit of jealousy. "How is it?" one of the girls asked, seconded by several others.
Mame-chan laughed. "Like warm leather," she replied, kissing again, her tongue darting out. "But, tastes like skin of the upper thigh."
There was a chorus of scandalized gasps and then giggles at a geisha talking so frankly, but Yukimura was sure that Mame-chan wouldn't speak so freely if she didn't trust those gathered with her reputation.
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Mame-chan turned her head to catch Kuronue's wing as it brushed her cheek, bringing her fingers up to brush along the wing bone, not holding it, just exploring the texture and feel of it as her lips gently caressed the part closest to her mouth.
There was a small sound from their audience, a mixture of amazement and shock mixed with a little bit of jealousy. "How is it?" one of the girls asked, seconded by several others.
Mame-chan laughed. "Like warm leather," she replied, kissing again, her tongue darting out. "But, tastes like skin of the upper thigh."
There was a chorus of scandalized gasps and then giggles at a geisha talking so frankly, but Yukimura was sure that Mame-chan wouldn't speak so freely if she didn't trust those gathered with her reputation.