𝑺𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒄𝒉.

Still as a statue, the only movement coming from her legs right at the very end, as she follows along with Jeanne’s guidance in freeing her feet from both the heels and the last bit of her leggings, gently kicking both away, one piece at a time once she was free. —

She allows the top layer of her bodysuit to slip down her body, hands eventually grabbing hold once Jeanne had moved on, before gently tossing it to the floor beside her. She takes the same position, the cold air now colliding with her exposed skin as she now watches those —

. . . Admittedly, the beating of her heart quickened at the absence of distance between them, even if she is the one who orchestrated it. Lips curve into a smile, as she allows her hands to fall to her sides, officially removing those obstacles from Jeanne’s way. —

“Oh…? Hm. I thought you might want to… Then consider this my last question before I get to the stuff you came here for.” With her free hand, she suddenly grips onto the Alter’s wrist. Despite the sudden, firm nature of the grab, the movement of her pulling Jeanne’s hand —

“Right, right… No need to rush me, I promise you.” She gently closes the door behind her, locking it to prevent any possible disturbances, however unlikely. “Take a seat. Make yourself at home.” She didn’t waste much time, immediately moving to her closet and opening —

“Oh? You’ve worn worse?” Only now did she begin looking over her shoulder as she walked, a hint of intrigue in her eye… “Maybe I’d be asking for too much if I asked you to show me. I’m rewarded you right now, after all. But still, I would love to know what it is.” —

“Mhm… Who knows? Maybe I’m eager to show it off again. I won’t say it’d be the worst thing in the world to feel that way. It’s exciting in a way.” She spoke without even turning to face Jeanne, continuing to leisurely stroll down the corridor. —