[ What difference does it make if they're the same suit? Does it matter if they're not? Not really, but there's a small part of Weiss that's glad to know that Mitsuru's rank and suit isn't something she has in her collection yet. Despite being desperately horny, especially at this time, she is still playing the game, after all. ]
We could do that, but I hope it doesn't have to come down to it.
[ Weiss would not be able to say that, too, but she would in her head.
She squeezes Mitsuru's hand gently, sharing her heat with the other girl, as they approach one of the bungalows. The square windows are covered by curtains from the inside so it's hard to tell if there is anybody inside, but Weiss knocks once they're close enough.
Three seconds pass. Wait time is over. No one has answered, so she turns the door knob to open the door. It's empty.
She immediately looks at Mitsuru and smiles before taking a step in and pulling the red-headed queen with her inside. ]
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We could do that, but I hope it doesn't have to come down to it.
[ Weiss would not be able to say that, too, but she would in her head.
She squeezes Mitsuru's hand gently, sharing her heat with the other girl, as they approach one of the bungalows. The square windows are covered by curtains from the inside so it's hard to tell if there is anybody inside, but Weiss knocks once they're close enough.
Three seconds pass. Wait time is over. No one has answered, so she turns the door knob to open the door. It's empty.
She immediately looks at Mitsuru and smiles before taking a step in and pulling the red-headed queen with her inside. ]