Emilia came prepared

Eventually, she began looking sideways towards her friend. “And what if I obviously knew that?” She pulled the side of her dark shirt to reveal her one-piece marine blue swimsuit hidden beneath. She winked at her Asian friend when their gaze met. Asami replied with a side hug.

“You’re the best, Em!”

“Of course, I am,” she stated while patting the shorter girl’s hair. “How about you?”

“It’s my home, silly, so it’s nearby. In the bathroom, if my memory’s right. While I go change, promise me you’ll wait for me before going in?”

“Don’t you worry about at thing, sweetie.”

“That wasn’t a promise, Em,” she glared back crossing her arms, to which Emilia rose her hands up in defense.

“Damn, girl, you’re learning! Fine, I promise you I won’t go in your bedroom without you. How’s that?”

“Much better,” she nodded. “Be right back!” She bolted to the bathroom while Emilia disrobed herself, the bathroom door clicking shut. She didn’t have much to take off, and she also already had the swimsuit on, so she was left waiting, her gaze drifting around the room and, eventually, towards the balloon resting against the ceiling. A grin crossed her feature. “Didn’t say anything about these babies, though...”

With the bathroom door closed, Asami was alone, free to think of the current predicament. She hadn’t planned for Emilia to be here today, although she wasn’t surprised in the slightest. The Japanese girl knew that she knew Adam would have prepared something, but what if Adam was here? That would had been complicated to solve.

Her robe fluttered off of her while her panties lowered themselves, which she allowed them to. Her own one-piece swimsuit, hers a darker shade of blue, floated towards her with its holes stretched open to help her in. One leg after the other, it pulled itself up snug against her flesh before passing her arms through the proper holes. Faster than she’s ever done herself, her suit pressing and remolding against her perfectly.

She hugged herself, just loving the feeling of the smooth fabric. As she basked in its glory, she suddenly remembered the massive tower in her bedroom, making her gasp loudly. _Crap, I forgot about that! I can’t let her see that, we aren’t THAT wealthy! What do I do, what do I do... _She had pressed her fingers against the side of her skull at one point in her panic.

“Asami, with your friend’s behavior in mind, we have a proposition, if you would trust us.”

You know, when you formulate it like that, I have a sudden urge to ask for details.

“Asamiiiiiiii~”, came a howl from the other room. “I’m getting impatient. Come out, now!”

God-- alright, fine. You win, please don’t make me regret this.

“No worries, here’s our plan...”

A minute later, Asami opened the bathroom’s door, unsure if the Manacite’s plan was a good idea or not, but trying to prevent Emilia from entering her personal chamber at this point would only raise confusion.

What greeted her sight in the living room was her friend, nude except from her skin-tight swimsuit, bouncing herself on one of the pink balloons. Her legs were bent so that her whole body weight were supported by that one orb. While one hand was shoved against her wobbly mount, the other was tugging at its ribbon harshly, unafraid that this **** might make her toy disappear in an instant. She had tangled the other five’s ribbons around her armpits, which meant they were wildly bouncing up, down and every which way whenever they collided with each other, filling the room with their bobbing melody.

“About time you showed up. Any longer and I would have lost control.” She never stopped bouncing.

Asami let out an uncomfortable giggle. She knew what she had to do, the entity normally had probably already completed its part. It was do or die for her now. But first...

“Em, I wanted to know... do you trust me?”