[ the sounds of his moans is like music to her ears, sending a wave of pleasure down her spine. she shudders at his touch, bucking her hips to allow him better access. tartaglia's got her completely ensnared, his charisma alone is so intoxicating to the point where she can't help but crave more. she's yearning for him to touch her anywhere he pleases. there's not an ounce of hesitation as she wraps her arms around his neck, moaning into his mouth as she eagerly kisses him in full. ]

... Yes. [ a tiny mewl escapes from her lips as she leaves a trail of kisses along the edges of his jawline, before stopping at the corner of his mouth. ] You can do whatever you want.

[ the looming possibility of a poor festival goer walking in on them is the only issue that's preventing her from drowning deeper into the pits of desire. the idea of seeing how far they can go without getting caught is tempting, extremely exciting even. just the thought of it enraptures a deep-seeded want within her, a burning sensation slowly developing between her thighs. however, the rational part of her brain is telling her to keep things under control, further escalation is a slippery slope that could lead them down the path of no return.

but... yoimiya can't deny that she is weak for him. if it's one touch he wants, she's more than happy to comply. ]

The only thing I ask is that we try to be a bit, ah—! [ the feeling of his lowering hand causes her to let out a soft whine, a clear sign that she's just as needy as he is. please touch her, please... ] m-mindful of the festival guests...