angelgirl whose halo feels like touching a staticy old crt tv screen; fuzzy, electric fur. it has the same flickery glow, too.
correct response. never mind how much the angel is shivering and shuddering under each touch, or the involuntary little flutters of its wings. keep touching that halo.
its halo emits a low rumble halfway between mains hum and a cat's purr, btw. and it says nothing when you touch the halo but it does grow increasingly flushed, rubs its thighs together shyly, and the fundamental frequency of the halo hum rises.
with enough attention the halo hum starts to harmonize with itself, secondary and tertiary tones entering above and below the main frequency, even moving to create melodies and shifting chords. give an angel's halo enough attention and it will Sing for you.
the angel, at this point, will of course be experiencing a truly transcendental orgasm. but don't worry about that.
















