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With the Astral Express freshly repaired and her grand adventure early in its embarkment, Himeko found that people around the universe were quickly taking notice and were eager to make her acquaintance. After so long of pouring her blood, sweat and tears into the Express, Himeko felt she had earned a few purely recreational excursions and what better way to spend one of those tickets than on a grand ball where you know no one and there are no stakes?
She had received such an invitation on a legacy station that apparently had been purchased and repurposed by some intergalactic aristocrat years ago, and wasn’t the whole reason to set out with the Express to explore— meet people, have adventures?
And so, Himeko attended the lavish merriment in one of her most extravagant gowns, a tasteful combination of white and gold. Her vibrant red tresses cascading down her back accenting the fabrics perfectly.
With not a clue as to why this celebration was being held or who any of the attendants were, she simply aimed to enjoy herself and the atmosphere. Ergo, Himeko was rather taken aback with just how many attendees seemed to know who she was and thus approached her for superficial elbow rubbing. Everyone seemed to want to get a moment with the newly exalted navigator of the renowned Astral Express.
While she loved having the chance to meet so many people with so many interesting backgrounds, Himeko was a rather solitary creature at heart. She found herself running a little thin with all the mingling and decided to excuse herself from the main floor to acquire a refreshment.
She looked on at the crowd with a detached appreciation for the moment. It was still hard to believe the wonderful turn her life had taken that fateful day she witnessed the stars rain down on her home planet. Lost and desperately trying to find her way…
Her wistful reminiscing was interrupted by a server delivering a flute of champagne to her small little island of respite. She would have much rather take in the moment with a hot cup of coffee, but alas~
Before she could settle back into her dreamy thoughts, a presence rounding her side made itself known. A dark magenta gloved hand laying atop the back rest of the chair beside her being the first thing for her eye to catch.
“Get winded out there, appeasing the masses?~”
Himeko, frazzled at the sudden, unexpected interaction, hastened to regard the stranger but found herself at a loss for words at the sight she saw.
A dashing woman clad in a fine dark, three-piece suit, deep magenta hair pulled back in a loose fashion with eyes that were a hypnotic mix of pink and purple. There was such a captivating yet opaque air about them. Himeko couldn’t help but feel a touch moonstruck.
“A-Ah ha, you noticed that?” Himeko conceded, not the least bit enchanted at the way her hand was being raised to plum lips for a chaste peck and certainly not blushing at such an action.
The woman smiled at her candidness, maintaining eye contact as she took a seat. “Hard not to have one’s eye drawn to such a stunning woman.”
Himeko’s blush deepened at the tone in which the woman delivered those words. With a soft clearing of her throat, Himeko attempted to shift the conversation to more neutral territory.
“How are you enjoying the gala?”
The woman simply crossed her legs, remaining silent for a moment as if she was contemplating something else entirely.
“Hmm, parties like this aren’t really my scene.” She stated blandly, nothing more.
Himeko began to feel a little awkward with the woman’s apparent obstinance. You’re the one who engaged with me.
“A-ah well, I’m Himeko, the—“
“—navigator of the newly revived Astral Express.”
Himeko didn’t know what to make of such a situation. Her brows tensed together in contemplation as the cocky stranger merely rested her chin upon the knuckles of her fist, eyes lazily tracing her features.
“Is there something you want?” Himeko couldn’t quite help the cautious tone in her voice.
The magenta haired stranger smirked a little more. “I just wanted to come see you for myself. Word travels fast out here,” she said in a seductive drawl, one that had the red head’s spine straightening. “—and the rumors seemed too fairytale-esque to be true.”
She overtly eyed the navigator up and down, as if she was assessing something. “Don’t think I’ve ever been so pleasantly mistaken~”
A small sense of unease arose. Himeko figured her new vocation might garner the attention of some… less savory kinds. She just couldn’t quite discern, however, if this was her first encounter with such a person or not.
“…Who are you?” Himeko carefully inquired.
The way the woman remained softly grinning felt almost unsettling. I can’t tell what she’s thinking…
“Heard of a little planet named Pteruges-V?”
Himeko simply shook her head, her eyes clearly searching for any insight in the stranger’s expression.
That eerily serene expression warmed into a soft chuckle. “I’m what people there refer to as a ‘devil hunter.’ Just your humble civil servant, really.” The alleged huntress cryptically drawled in lieu of providing her name, Kafka.
“No one you need to worry about, sweetheart~”
Himeko’s expression tensed at such a non-answer, but before she could respond, the woman interjected.
“It’s quite impressive, you repairing that Express. Many of us out here thought it was lost to the stars forever.”
The navigator looked blatantly perplexed. The shifts in the conversation’s atmosphere was beginning to give her whiplash.
“Thank you…” she simply stated, that cautious tone resurfacing. “It wasn’t easy.”
It struck Himeko that she found this woman quite handsome when she gave her a charming smile and an almost knowing giggle that caught the red head off guard.
“I can imagine!” The hunter tilted her head fondly at the hesitant beauty before her. “Downright Aeons’ work, no?~”
“Ha— you can say that again.” Himeko felt a little more at ease with the formation of an actual flow of conversation.
“I dedicated my life to an opportunity like this.” The navigator offered with a rather inscrutable directness.
Kafka remained nonchalantly smiling. “Something I can certainly relate to.”
The navigator cocked her head in curiosity at the supposed common ground they shared. This woman’s expression looked for all intents and purposes content, but Himeko couldn’t shake the feeling that those words held a sort of bittersweet nature to them.
Perhaps this person has their reasons for being so guarded. No telling what paths will cross my own on this journey, after all…
“I hope that you similarly may actualize your dreams as I have, then.” She said, hoping to express respect of the woman’s desired secrecy.
“Mmmh, I’m sure I will. If I play my cards right.”
This stranger, debonair though they were, didn’t give her much more to go on. As the new navigator of the Astral Express, she felt a sort of responsibility to present herself as favorably as possible. She didn’t want anyone to feel uncomfortable in her presence. Conversely, however, Himeko was feeling quite uncomfortable with such a laborious interaction. She’s a scientist, a Nameless. Not a public relations specialist. Although, I suppose I’ll have to learn how to be both…
She couldn’t help the rising agitation she felt at this woman insisting on sitting here with her yet refusing to do her part at keeping up the conversation.
A sultry laugh abruptly pulled her out of her thoughts.
“You can relax~” the hunter exaggeratedly assured. “You don’t have to keep playing intergalactic attaché with me.”
Kafka uncrossed her legs as she leaned more into Himeko’s bubble.
The red head wasn’t quite expecting such a remark, it would seem, and she looked as if flustered by her blatant advance. Heh, cute~
Himeko could practically feel the woman’s gaze rake over her. Such intense, yet maddeningly unreadable eyes. It made heat begin to bloom across the navigator’s cheeks once again. A subtlety that didn’t escape the mysterious woman’s attention, evidently, as a devilishly handsome smile unfurled across her features.
“You know…” a gloved hand gently slid over Himeko’s, “…you should really loosen up. Indulge in some frivolous dallying. Doesn’t that sound good after all your hard work?~”
Himeko’s eyes fluttered and her lips parted ever so slightly. Her mind felt heady and hazy all of a sudden, a warmth blossoming between her legs. She was certainly aware that this stranger stirred that telltale something within her, but she was never one to be influenced by such feelings, let alone inundated by them.
“I… that’s what I’m doing…” her throat bobbed with a dry swallow, “being here, at this ball…”
The woman’s low chuckle coupled with her fingers dancing and tracing figure-eights atop her hand, slowing making their way up to her wrist, sparked a thrilling sensation in Himeko’s chest that rippled out to her limbs.
“Mmmh~ this here isn’t quite the type of indulgence I’m referring to, gorgeous.”
The young navigator subconsciously squeezed her thighs together at the clear insinuation of such words. She couldn’t make sense of what was going on with her, why this stranger was eliciting such strong reactions in her from such blasé flirtations.
All Himeko could manage was another soft swallow as a smooth gloved finger slid down from above her wrist, down between her index and middle fingers.
Lavender-pink heterochromatic eyes held her golden gaze with the gravitational force of a black hole, easily pulling Himeko along with her as the suave woman got up from her chair, a hand extended to the bewitched red head ensnared in her web.
For the life of her, Himeko couldn’t understand why she was more than eager to go along.
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If she was in her right mind, Himeko would be appalled with herself! Making out with some handsome stranger she had barely even spoken with longer than a few minutes, in some offshoot corridor of some random space station out in the middle of nowhere!?
But as it were, Himeko wasn’t in her right mind. She felt like she was in completely uncharted, lustful waters she had only ever discerned existed in more… anticipated encounters. And she was being swept up in its riptide.
Kafka’s voice rumbled in her throat with a deep, pleasured timbre as she ravaged the other woman’s mouth with ease. Her tongue explored and danced along whatever it pleased, her teeth unable to resist nipping and tugging at luscious, quivering lips— and the way just this seemed to make the novice navigator’s knees want to buckle sparked a growing need in the devil hunter for more.
She couldn’t help the small snicker that slipped out at the navigator leaning forward, chasing her lips as she pulled back to begin searing kisses along the column of the red head’s neck.
It had admittedly been awhile since Himeko last had another’s lips on hers, and never had she had such unbridled, intoxicating ones at that. The feeling of being so intensely desired had her body and mind erupting in an inferno. The back of her hand flung to her own mouth as she feebly attempted to muffle the rousing pleasured noises deep within her.
The arm slung around Kafka’s shoulders tensed and ever so slightly constricted as the woman continued her barrage of kisses and suckles. The nails that began to dig into her shoulder stung so deliciously. Rather than be daunted by the sensation, Kafka felt emboldened to elicit more.
She fiendishly ran her tongue along the flustered woman’s neck, savoring the small squeak she heard pinching within, as she made her way to graze her teeth against the red head’s increasingly flushed ear.
“Don’t hold back,” the dark-magenta haired woman cooed between nips, “let yourself give in to the pleasure~”
The response she got was instantaneous. A weak mewl spilled out of the navigator as her hips bucked into the other woman fiercely, her back arching with the jolt of arousal.
Himeko’s extremities tingled unbearably with excitement. She clutched onto whatever was closest of the woman embracing her, eliciting a satisfied hum as her nails bore down sharply.
The sensation of leather-clad hands possessively fondling her over her dress. Groping her ass. Her hips. Her breasts. The sinfully dexterous tongue swirling in and around her earlobe. Himeko’s body unabashedly pressed into those greedy hands. It felt as if every nerve of hers had a mind of its own, enrapturing her senses like a blazing wild fire across an arid plain.
Golden eyes shot open with a gasp at the sensation of her dress bodice being pulled down, exposing her sumptuous breasts in full. Her mind wasn’t so far gone that embarrassment couldn’t reach her and Aeons! There was no guarantee they had complete privacy where they were! Her face and neck flushed deeply at the exposure, yet she couldn’t find it in her to stop the other woman either.
Kafka reverently cupped underneath the plush mounds as her lips made their way to the swells above. She brazenly nuzzled between them as she gave them a firm squeeze.
Sensing the other woman about to speak, Himeko instinctively looked down, despite her hazy state, to find a view that sent her mind reeling.
The magenta haired scoundrel made a little show of tonguing the beauty mark she found on the pliant flesh as her fingers swiped incessantly across the opposite breast’s rosy peak with an excruciating featheriness.
“You’ve got to be one of the most captivating women I’ve ever had the pleasure to meet~” Kafka drawled before taking a pertinent bud between her teeth. “I have to have you.”
At those heated words, coupled with the deliciously maddening sensations radiating throughout her body, Himeko groaned fervidly as the last damning wave of arousal broke through her self-restraint. Wetness surely soaking into her panties by now.
Desperate hands clasped onto the lapels of Kafka’s suit jacket as she was wrenched up into a sweltering kiss. Oh how she loved how riled up this beguiling bombshell was getting. Seeming so refined and reserved before, now feverishly running hands all along her, bare breasts squishing against her own clothed ones as a demanding tongue plunged into her mouth.
The devil hunter smiled deviously against stuttering lips as she slotted a leg up between weakening thighs. The wetness seeping through her dress pants giving her all the information she needed.
With Kafka never breaking apart their steamy embrace, Himeko hardly registered the distance she was ushered. Her back thud against some door as Kafka attempted to push it open, but the door was evidently locked.
Before Himeko could protest their rotten luck, she heard a series of clinks in swift succession before the door was suddenly giving way under their weight.
Kafka deftly resealed the door behind them all while effortlessly managing to keep her Nameless enthralled.
Spying a chic leather couch to the side of the room, she hummed in satisfaction at finding a suitable surface to plop her ravishing dish upon.
A sweet little noise escaped Himeko’s kiss-swollen lips as she felt herself hoisted up under her thighs before being rather unceremoniously dumped onto a cool, cushiony surface.
“My sincerest apologies, hot stuff,” the dashing huntress breathed out as she loomed above the startled navigator, loosening her tie and unbuttoning her suit jacket. “I can’t quite hold myself back any longer.”
That cool yet almost delirious look in the magenta-haired woman’s eyes had an ecstatic chill lick up Himeko’s spine. Her obvious shiver made the woman’s fetching smirk beam into a rather maniacal grin, those hypnotic eyes boring into her like no other.
Feeling herself rivaling in impatience, Himeko spread her legs brazenly for the huntress as she pulled the woman down to her by the jacket lapels.
Himeko huffed, frustrated at herself for not being able to completely restrain her hips from rocking. “Stop talking already and show me what that silver tongue can do.”
The illustrious navigator of the renowned Astral Express, all hot and bothered, arching her back and softly whimpering with downright need at her every touch— oh how Kafka was savoring it all.
“Happy to oblige~” she mused with a wink before pulling a glove off with her teeth and smoothly sliding the other hand to the nape of the red head’s neck.
Himeko made to clarify her meaning, but all that made it out was a choked note before Kafka kissed her with ferocity. She took her with such intense lust, Himeko’s mind went completely blank, her eyes fluttering before squeezing shut at the feeling of a cool hand firmly cupping her throbbing cunt.
Kafka let out a low, pleased hum as Himeko moaned into their kiss. She found the way the woman’s hips immediately began to grind in circular motions into her palm absolutely adorable. How needy~
Himeko’s attempt to unbutton Kafka’s vest faltered when slender fingers began to stroke her over the ruined fabric of her underwear. The stimulation was too sublime to even mind the chuckle she barely registered at her reaction. With a half-hearted huff, she cheekily pulled the huntress closer by the tie, increasing her own tongue’s efforts.
Delicate hands eventually smoothed across the exposed skin of the devil hunter’s breasts and over the sleek fabric of her bra. Kafka relished the covetous way the navigator was handling her. She ran her gloved hand through the woman’s lustrous red locks, massaging her scalp tenderly as to encourage her further.
Just as she felt the other woman begin to settle in, Kafka slid her fingers underneath Himeko’s underwear to stroke her folds directly.
“Aa—!” Himeko cried out briefly, nails unintentionally clawing into the pliant mounds within her hands, before sheepishly silencing herself. God! The direct contact—
The way those fingers swiveled shallowly, clearly just playing with her, was downright cruel.
“Nnh— you *ha* know what I meant…” Himeko managed to express between huffs and soft, stifled noises.
Kafka basked in the intoxicating sting of scarlet nails. Her head lulled as an indiscriminate drone bled into words, “Mmmmh~ now, now. What about preparation? I want to make sure you never forget how good I gave it to you.”
And with that, Himeko felt the hand at the back of her head ball into a taught fistful of hair and firmly tug backwards as a finger leisurely slid inside her, drawing an involuntary moan deep from within her.
Those lavender-magenta eyes took in the salacious scene quite literally in her hands. Himeko’s neck craning back from her grip. Her face contorted in frustrated pleasure. The way her own finger slid in and out of the navigator’s sopping cunt with ease. The way her beautiful Nameless jerked and rolled with every meticulously slow stroke. Her voice escalating in pitch with every pump. Kafka sneered to herself, having half a mind to slide in a second finger and prolong her teasing. But, feeling particularly gentlemanly, she decided to finally oblige her awestruck trailblazer.
Dreamy golden irises peered out from under heavy lashes at the hunter’s separation. Kafka scoffed. Her performance so far evidently being well received by her lucky private audience of one. Let’s begin building the crescendo, shall we?~
Himeko could feel the sheer amount of arousal that had pooled between her legs as her magenta drifter pulled away the poor garment standing in the way of both their desires. A string of slick stretched and broke away with its removal, making a mess of her inner thighs.
Such an absurd amount— Himeko had never felt so uninhibited in the throes of passion before. Her breathing became more and more ragged as that wickedly brilliant mouth neared her searing core. Her head lulled to the side as she groaned in agony at the sheer force of her own anticipation —How debauched…!
Himeko’s heart felt like it was going to hammer out of her chest as the two briefly made eye contact one last time before— an arm flung up over her eyes in a feeble attempt to dowse the raging inferno.
God! Was this Nameless something else… She looked positively delectable~ All full and overflowing for her. Kafka licked her lips as she hooked her arms up under Himeko’s trembling thighs, hands—gloved and bare alike—smoothing across their generous expanse.
“Hold on to whatever you need, beautiful~” Kafka instructed, teasing her entrance with grazes of her lips as she spoke. “I’m not really one to relent with a knock-out such as yourself~”
The warm tongue that twirled deftly around her throbbing clit had the red head crying out with a jolt. Aeons! Was it electric! Her walls immediately clenched around nothing as her fingers and toes were set ablaze.
The devil hunter relished the gratifying burn of nails digging into her scalp. Her own groan of pleasure only aiding in her efforts as the subtle vibrations to the navigator’s most sensitive bundle of nerves had the woman’s cry descending into a deep, lascivious moan.
Feeling the nails on her scalp smooth to the pads of fingertips, her lovely companion for the evening melting under the wonderful sensations washing over her, Kafka took it as a queue to give her more to luxuriate in.
She moved her head lower, nuzzling the red head’s clit with her nose—a sweet shiver quaking the thighs on either side of her head—to lie her tongue flat against the navigator’s slit and lapped up slowly, letting the moist, hot muscle tantalizingly drag along before moving it dexterously once more around the folds, teasing a poke in here and there.
Himeko let out a deep, hot puff of air as her brows pinched upwards. Her whole body shivered with delight at the wicked woman’s doing. Her spine felt like it was both galvanized and melting all at once. It all felt just so damn good. It was almost as if her mind shut off, completely tuned into the fireworks show commencing within her.
Sweet, sensual groans began to stream out of the navigator. She seemingly didn’t realize she had begun to idly knead and run her hands along the huntress’ head, thoroughly messing up her hair, unintentionally loosing some of it from it’s already haphazard tying. Not that Kafka was complaining~ In fact, she took it as quite the compliment that the woman was so engrossed with her performance. Kafka let out a warm, sensual hum before she plunged her tongue inside the navigator’s quivering cunt, curling the appendage upwards with a nudge of her nose to that precious nub of hers.
Nails dug into her scalp once more and thighs clamped down hard as the low moan that had been drawling out of her lovely dame quickly drew up into a pitchy mewl. Kafka’s eyes widened briefly at the surprise before waning into euphoric crescents. A sweet, muffled chuckle escaped her as she resumed her orchestration, snaking a hand up under the thunderstruck woman’s dress to feel the smooth, taught muscles of her abdomen.
Goosebumps raised all over Himeko’s body. Her hips were involuntarily bucking in sync with each plunge and curl of the red-wine-haired woman’s tongue. Her whole body was tensing and twitching—all the poor navigator could do was endure each delicious wave of pleasure that wracked through her.
Then—all the sudden—a long dragging sensation began to fill her. Her walls immediately clenched down on the hedonic intrusion, but they couldn’t keep the sensation from exquisitely sinking deeper. The added pressure only served to make it all the more devastating. The high pitched moan that burst out of her had her face flushing into an even deeper red.
“Mmmmh— fuck~” Kafka breathed with a wicked grin, “—everything about you is so divine.” Her eyes lazily trailed down the stunning beauty to where they were connected, her two fingers plunged in down to the knuckles. I want all you have to give me~
The drag of curled fingers along her front wall almost had Himeko’s eyes rolling with the sudden spike in pleasure it provided. The pace that was set was downright criminal in just how effective it was. The sound of herself was entirely sinful to her own ears, but none of it could be helped. Everything was feeling just too. Damn. Good!
“D-Damnit— a-ah—!”
The hunter’s grin took on a more delirious demeanor at the navigator’s prurient cry.
Kafka had swiftly attuned to Himeko’s rhythm, fingers and tongue moving complementarily to every jerky roll of the red head’s hips. She found her own hips couldn’t help but sway to their own pleasurable meter. The thrill of it all was starting to get the better of her now, too, it would seem.
“You’re— ah! Y-You’re— gonna— AH!” The woman’s thrusts hastening had Himeko overriding her own words with an utterly filthy moan. It felt almost like she was going to fall apart.
“Hmhmm, what was that, gorgeous?” Kafka taunted, suddenly switching to slow, firm thrusts as she lifted her head to lock eyes with those lovely golden irises. “I didn’t quite catch that~”
Each teasingly rough thrust caused Himeko to exhale harshly with such adorably needy groans. Her gaze, hazy with arousal as they were, held such a smoldering intensity to them. They had a shiver running up Kafka’s own spine—a thrill she rarely had the pleasure of feeling in lustful contexts.
“You’re… *ha* …too much—” Himeko gritted out as the sight of such a dashing woman between her legs—fingers slowly plunging in and out of her, looking all disheveled, with such a cocky yet charming smile—suddenly became too much paired with the physical sensations of it all. She screwed her eyes shut tight, tossing her head, her scarlet tresses following suit.
“I-I can’t get enough of you— Please—” One hand flung up to cover her mouth sensing a moan escaping her hold, the other entangling itself back into the hunter’s silky, wine-colored locks.
The way that plea spilled out of the woman did things to Kafka. The mania that had quelled rebounded, her smile wider—sharper than before. Her eyes went wild with passion.
The devil hunter droned with a low, gratified resonance. “I could’ve sworn you were gonna say I was going to make you come~” The huntress punctuated her statement with a rapid increase in her thrusts yet again, curling her fingers mercilessly.
Himeko’s golden eyes shot open as her jaw dropped in a silent gasp. Both hands latched back onto the magenta-haired woman’s head as her legs involuntarily drew up, lifting past the woman’s shoulders, her thighs clamping even harder than before.
Kafka felt those luscious, silky walls constrict hard around her railing digits. The pain from her temples being crushed deliciously stoked her own arousal, making her want to absolutely ruin this woman.
She deftly swiveled the tip of her tongue atop the navigator’s straining bundle of nerves before enrapturing it entirely, sucking and twirling it sinfully smoothly all the while continuing to fuck the woman senseless.
Himeko’s voice finally returned as a positively lustful cry tore out of her. Possibly the most powerful climax of her life thus far had her completely consumed in the moment.
Kafka marveled at the sheer amount of arousal that gushed out of the woman as those delicious walls convulsed all around her fingers. She let out a practical growl, brimming with lust and satisfaction, herself, as she lapped up her fill.
The young Nameless’ senses took their sweet time drifting back down to her. As her body eventually relaxed and slackened, her legs releasing the devil hunter from their hold, she blearily peaked an eye open.
The dapper woman standing between her legs was just finishing licking her own fingers clean before using the back of that same hand to wipe off some of the slick that coated her chin. Himeko’s eyebrows weakly pulled together in flustered embarrassment, knowing that she was the source of such a mess. But she was still too winded to do much else besides ease her heaving chest back to a more normal rhythm.
The huntress exhaled through her nose as she grinned with smug satisfaction down at the equally disheveled red head splayed out on the couch before her, the leather cushion underneath shimmering with arousal between luscious thighs.
“You taste positively addictive.”
Himeko winced with a worsening blush at how those words made her feel.
“Y’know… On the contrary, I think I’ll be the one remembering this night.” Kafka admitted rather breathlessly, eyes half lidded, as she bent over to take the woman’s chin delicately in hand.
The flustered navigator let out an incredulous scoff as their lips brushed against each other. “I assure you, you damn-well made sure I won’t forgot this— won’t forget you.”
Kafka relished the woman’s admission, humming covetously as they locked lips once more. Unlike before, this kiss was slow and savorous. Both women closed their eyes and sunk into the moment.
Himeko could taste herself on that hellacious tongue, which she had never been particularly fond of experiencing, but for some reason now made the whole experience all the more. The borderline tender way the devil hunter treated her with now had the scarlet Nameless melting all over again. Her hands meekly clung onto the hunter’s shirt, eliciting an affectionate snort from the woman.
The magenta-haired stranger fondly cupped her hand’s over the navigator’s, giving them a little squeeze before guiding them off of herself. Those golden eyes searching hers in confusion as she began to pull away, yet still all blissfully dreamy, gave Kafka a fluttering feeling she couldn’t quite place.
“Until our paths meet again, my radiant star~”