[ As Nami saunters towards her, Mitsuru can't keep thoughts and wonderings of a similar nature out of her head. What would it be like to strike the other woman's ass with the crop? To leave pink marks upon her with it? Exclusivity was hardly a feature of the resort and Mitsuru didn't expect as much, but for just a little while she could gaze upon those marks she'd make on her fellow redhead's skin and feel a sense of possessiveness... knowing that in that moment all Nami could be thinking of is the strikes from the Queen of Hearts' whip, driving her to distraction. Would such a thing make the other queen wet for her? The thought alone makes her shiver, unable to mask her anticipation as Nami's lips brush against her jaw.

Mitsuru turns to her, her merlot-brown eyes narrowed a little, her lips still curled into a smile. There is a faint blush to her cheeks but also a look in her eye that suggests she's not going to hold back as she forces herself to be honest about this, about what she wants with the other woman, ]

...You know I've never done this before. But if I'm going to use my gift from the house on anyone...

[ Then let it be Nami. And in answer to her question: ]

Both. [ She leans in herself, pressing her lips to Nami's, soft yet hungry in her kisses until she stops and murmurs to her, ]

I want you bent over my vanity.