[Lucy had met Mistuhide a few nights before, after one of her jazz club performances. It wasn't unusual for her (or Nyuu) to receive gifts from audience members. A candle was different from the usual flowers, but it was certainly better than the weird ones she'd occasionally get (like nail or hair clippings).
Except this particular candle turned out to be one of the weird ones.
She'd lit it up that same night with the intention to help her relax during her bedtime routine. She'd been freshly showered and dressed in her 1920s night gown, sitting in her bed, reading and drinking chamomile tea, but as soon as the scent wafted its way to her nose, her heart rate spiked, her body became flush with heat, and she'd been overcome by intense pleasure. Thankfully, she hadn't been holding the tea in her hand when it happened.
It hadn't taken her too long to figure out the candle was the culprit, but not before Lucy replayed her entire day in her mind as she tried to figure out what the outlier was, during which she experienced a couple more spontaneous orgasms. The candle was immediately extinguished and discarded, all the fans were turned on, and the windows were opened as Lucy tried to clear her apartment of the scent. She also had to change her bedsheets, her clothes, and she took a quick rinse in the shower.
She didn't get Mitsuhide's name, but she sure as hell remembered his face. She's kept an eye out for that face ever since and today she's found him again. She's not shy to call him out on the street with other people around either.]
Hey, you!
[Thankfully, she's been here long enough to not just rip people apart with her vectors, but she does reach one out to grasp Mitsuhide's shoulder, to make sure he can't disappear into the crowd. Mitsuhide will feel the strange hand's grasp, but being human, will be unable to see it.
When he first saw Lucy at the jazz club, she'd been dressed for the part, but now she's in a hakama, and she's glaring and frowning up at him.]
What the hell was in that candle you gave me? Are you some kind of pervert?
[The vector on his shoulder doesn't relinquish its hold. It actually tightens, not enough to break bone, but enough to make its presence known.]
2 (Lucy); slight nsfw for mention of the orgasm candle
Except this particular candle turned out to be one of the weird ones.
She'd lit it up that same night with the intention to help her relax during her bedtime routine. She'd been freshly showered and dressed in her 1920s night gown, sitting in her bed, reading and drinking chamomile tea, but as soon as the scent wafted its way to her nose, her heart rate spiked, her body became flush with heat, and she'd been overcome by intense pleasure. Thankfully, she hadn't been holding the tea in her hand when it happened.
It hadn't taken her too long to figure out the candle was the culprit, but not before Lucy replayed her entire day in her mind as she tried to figure out what the outlier was, during which she experienced a couple more spontaneous orgasms. The candle was immediately extinguished and discarded, all the fans were turned on, and the windows were opened as Lucy tried to clear her apartment of the scent. She also had to change her bedsheets, her clothes, and she took a quick rinse in the shower.
She didn't get Mitsuhide's name, but she sure as hell remembered his face. She's kept an eye out for that face ever since and today she's found him again. She's not shy to call him out on the street with other people around either.]
Hey, you!
[Thankfully, she's been here long enough to not just rip people apart with her vectors, but she does reach one out to grasp Mitsuhide's shoulder, to make sure he can't disappear into the crowd. Mitsuhide will feel the strange hand's grasp, but being human, will be unable to see it.
When he first saw Lucy at the jazz club, she'd been dressed for the part, but now she's in a hakama, and she's glaring and frowning up at him.]
What the hell was in that candle you gave me? Are you some kind of pervert?
[The vector on his shoulder doesn't relinquish its hold. It actually tightens, not enough to break bone, but enough to make its presence known.]