[ just that simple squeeze is plenty to elicit a mewl. her own mind begins to wander, thinking about how nice his hands will feel on her bare skin once she's completely stripped. not to mention, she's also couldn't wait to see what he looks like underneath his own clothes, she imagines that he must have an incredible physique from all the fighting that he's done over the years. ]

I can see why you enjoy them, they are pretty nice aren't they?

[ one of the reasons why she feels such a kindred spirit towards tartaglia is due to the many personality traits they share, confidence being one of them. there's an all too familiar cocky tone laced in her voice while she stares at him with a smirk. she's very well aware of her own nice figure and how alluring her body must be to him.

taking one last swig of sake, yoimiya finally peels herself off of him and stands back up on her feet. as much as she'd like to stay on his lap a little longer, she doesn't want to cause tartaglia to have another... ahem 'problem' right on the spot. after all, he still has to walk to their private location of choice and she's already well aware that his pants don't do a good job of hiding that.

once she has her backpack strapped onto her shoulder, she holds her hand out to him. ]

I say that's a great plan. We can figure out where we want to go once we're out of earshot from everyone.

[ none of the festival guests probably want to hear the couple talk about where they're going to shack it up for the night. ]