Knows Alisa, hm~? I wonder how well? The brow of the blue beauty arching upwards at Manzo’s next comment, given how much effort that she herself had put into peeling back the iron guard of her wonderful woman to see the small glimpse of what lay beneath that peerless veneer, Miss Serena couldn’t help but view it with no small degree of scrutiny. The White Empress the sort who seemed to have such great depth beneath the still surface that she showed to other people, perhaps it was a hint of possessiveness that drove the princess but she couldn’t help but feel as if anyone were to know that woman so well, it would be her.
“Oh~?” Chuckling as the young man scurried away to fulfil his part of their ‘bargain’ or whatever this exchange between them could be called, Sofia saw no reason really to slip out of her own little waterside number as she waited for the white haired young man to return, keeping her black bikini all the while despite the stares she got as people moved about the little shop as she lingered near the changing area. Perhaps indulging her own desire to take in her looks when she was dressed like this a bit too much, the naughty nymph hummed and admired her form when it was bound so delectably by this piece of beachwear and then chuckled as she sensed the return of her companion, eager to see what sort of thing he might have picked out and certainly not disappointed when she did.
“Looking pretty in pink there, Mr Manzo~!” Certainly the ‘piece’ that Manzo had chosen for his person not the sort of thing that had even an ounce of subtlety about it, as the lad flaunted himself in a bright pink number that left almost nothing to the imagination, Miss Serena had to admire his gall if nothing else.
“But seriously… That is, without doubt, the sort of look that would set a man apart from the boys…” Definitely the sort of thing that couldn’t be worn with any mind for ‘half measures’, it took confidence to even wear such a thing when one was a full blooded male, let alone show it off to a room of strangers, and that alone was worth of respect.
Quite the striking image really… That proud pink quite the inviting image and yet the curious eyes of the coquette washing over everything that was revealed to her unashamedly, while the taught muscles of Mr Mattori might have made her bite her lip just a tiny bit, she couldn’t help but find her eyes drawn to other aspects of the anatomy that was presented to her and not entirely for wicked reasons either.
I bet there’s some stories there, huh? The scars that were littered across that sculpted flesh certainly creating a little discomfort in the heart of Sofia, the strong level of empathy and emotional nature of the mermaid made her feel just a hint of the pain that would have been caused when they were inflicted, making her shiver just a little bit when she viewed their totality. Then the strange tribal brand that he wore something else as well, the sapphire siren couldn’t help but let her gaze linger on the ink of companion all the more, finding a nice tattoo salaciously sexy on a guy or girl and this one rather intriguing in its design as well…