I'll rise up for you, for you, for you

Hotaru

Roses are red and I wish I could see them bloom
But all I see are orange hues

Her breasts have always been particularly sensitive, a fair trade for their smaller size, and the way his clever fingers torture at her nipple drives her half-insane. The greedy panting of his words drives her over the edge without hesitation, upping the intensity of their imagined scenario until she's soaked between the thighs, each thrust a lewd sound betraying her arousal that she can't hope to hide.

It must speak to either her strung-out brain or his increased familiarity with the rooms, but until he entices her, Hotaru doesn't recall the ability to change the room on a whim. Clinging to him with her legs around his waist and her arms around his back, Ru stares into his eyes trying to catch her breath and doesn't so much as blink as the world around them warps - not into the bar, but to the outside of a bar.

Flora's bar. The same bonfire they'd sat beside not needing any changes, but the murmuring of thick, lustful, scandalized voices swell beneath the crackling of the logs. Shadows of faceless passerby flit over their bodies, eyes glinting in the dark. Including a pair of eyes that he might find particularly invigorating - green hues the only other still left in Caido that had seen her body in this way, sitting where they had on that same night. The room can't do much more than shadows and implications, but it's all Ru needs to whimper and moan, glad to put on a show for these faceless observers. All the times we could've - should have - done this while you ruled, she mourns on a moan, and the bond flares with pleasure as she envisions such carnal acts with the added pleasant flavor of crowns upon their heads.

Now you’re stuck in my head and I wish I could sing the blues
But all I hear are orange tunes, and all I do is think of you