Raiden suddenly went quiet, looking at her neck, down to her breast and then turned his gaze away, tilting his head as he pondered for a second.
Then he looked around, there was no one coming for Hana anytime soon. And so he could do what he wanted.
"Hana, come with me," Raiden purred softly into the shell of her ear, his hand slipping down to catch her wrist with gentle, unyielding insistence.
"Where are you dragging me, fox?" Hana asked, a raspy, amused lilt in her voice as she let Raiden tug her down the dimly lit corridor. "The battle just ended, the intake isn't even fully settled, and you're sneaking me off like a thief."
Raiden didn't answer right away. He just turned his head, flashing her a wicked, glittering smirk over his shoulder. His nine pink tails switched rhythmically, the very tips flicking against her wrists and hips in a subtle, teasing rhythm that betrayed his impatience.
