[It's still Fred that Charlotte holds onto, even as Yamato's scent becomes an undeniable presence. And, of course, when that happens both Junko and Jasmine are immediately affected, the former groans and sort of awkwardly buckles against one half of the couch, and by then it's insane to maintain her irritation, it's just replaced by a dizzying need for sex. Jasmine flushes and covers her face - but also gets up and walks over, hovering a little near Charlotte, mostly because she's older and comforting, but she's not afraid so much as figuring it out as she goes along.
Charlotte lifts her top up and off and Jasmine does the same.]
At least it's a fun order!
[Jasmine is perpetually cheerful even as she rocks on her heels a little, not at all bothered about exposing a neon pink bra. Robin was the only one who remained right where she was, her head leaning on her knuckles, and her elbow on the couch.]
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Charlotte lifts her top up and off and Jasmine does the same.]
At least it's a fun order!
[Jasmine is perpetually cheerful even as she rocks on her heels a little, not at all bothered about exposing a neon pink bra. Robin was the only one who remained right where she was, her head leaning on her knuckles, and her elbow on the couch.]