As the movie continued to run, so did Marionette's fingers as they traced over the outline of Lillian's chest. Gentle but merciless in their movements as they became more bold.
Currently, Lillian was doing all that she could to hold back the tiniest squeak that may erupt from her mouth.
'This is too much!' She thought. How did a common request suddenly lead her to being—
"A-ah~..." She let out a small moan
"You must keep it down, Lillian~..." Marionette whispered, her hand groping the Rabbit's breast. "What if you disturb those watching the movie?"
"I-I can't do that if you're g-groping me...!" Lillian hissed, "A-and why are you groping me all of a sudden...?!"
Marionette stared at her silently, blinking. Her face then went stoic — a sign of her going into thought. As she was thinking, Lillian moved her fingers over the Assassin's hand, trying to carefully pry off her fingers.
