[ Olivia knows the moment that Nariko stops, that she's no longer arguing with the boy who strikes her as an easier target despite that massive cock there . . . that she really did get in a bad spot. When the taller woman digs into her, her eyes go wide and the blush fades a little as she pales. The blush is still there, her heart is still racing (now for more than one reason) and the room still smells faintly of Maple... but she also swallows not sure how to respond to that. She tries to censor herself before she answers, but what comes out first is, ]

F-fuck!

[ And then she claps her hands over her mouth to try to collect herself. And Yamato, for his part, looks at her... with pity. He inhales, exhales, and then closes his eyes. He had his scent pulse through the room, trying to access that same primal note that he'd used before to tame both Nariko and Charlotte and even Junko. That he was planning to use on Tiffany and Robyn and others. He didn't work up the nerve to use it on anyone else yet, but...

It's his choice, huh...? Or did Nariko mean the redhead? All the same, Olivia's gaze shifts from Nariko on to Yamato. ]

She's right, you can't disrespect her. Or me. Or... Or my cock. [ He... ]

I-- I wasn't-- look! How was I supposed-! Hey!

[ Yamato looks at Nariko again, and then reaches an arm around her, hugging her up to his chest, and reaching a hand up to squeeze her breast, groping it in his hand and molding it as he rubs his cock against her thigh to get some release ]