♨ For your muse to come across my muse naked in a hot spring ~Polyester to Lute
Lute huffed, her wings fluttering gently as she undressed herself. This heat was killing her! It made it hard to focus on work, it made it hard to focus on fighting, it made it hard to do anything! All she could do was keep ignoring it, and taking a bath might just help her out. She sighed gently, lowering her body into the warm water, letting herself get lost in the relaxing warmth. Until she heard the door open, glaring and freezing as she saw polyester walk into the room, towel around his body. "What the hell are you doing here," she growled, feeling the burning need grow inside her core. No, she couldn't fold to her desire. Not here, not now, and especially not to him.
