Lap dance and some honesty

"Here, sit on my lap" Sylvain said, Hilda responding quickly. Her embarrassment was crumbling next to her arousal from all this. "Let's just talk for a bit while you give me a lap dance." The pink haired girl began swaying side to side in Sylvain's lap, her naked ass grinding against his pelvis while she held her hands above her head.

"O-okay, Sylvain, What did you want to talk abOUT!?" She yelped in surprise as his hands came up from behind her and groped her breasts. Naturally, she didn't resist but instead pressed her breasts into his hands by leaning into them.

"Sorry for the scare, Hilda." Sylvain said, grinning widely as she turned her head back to see his face. "So..." He said, searching for a topic. He really wished he thought this out beforehand.

"Uhm..." Hilda started speaking up through her moans, catching Sylvain's attention. "How are classes going?" It was clear she was grasping like he was.

"Fairly well. They've taken a bit of an uptick recently since the professor loosened up on her teaching attire."

"Really?" Hilda moaned as she looked at him suspiciously. "Did you do to her what you're doing to me?" Even as she said that, she was grinning, starting to actually enjoy this.

"Not quite." Sylvain grinned, a particularly big squeeze of Hilda's chest making her moan even louder, leaking between her thighs. "She is wearing less than she used to, but seriously, she's more clothed than Manuela!" Sylvain huffed as he teased the lap-dancing girl's nipples.

"AAHN! Th-thanks for that, but I'm getting a sense you got in trouble for it. Who was it?"

"Ingrid. She's already upset at me, and it's made more awkward now that it seems she... might have had feelings for me I never picked up on..." Sylvain said, his hands getting less vigorous as he thought about his predicament.

"I see..." Hilda said, still grinding away as she thought about it. "I don't know Ingrid that well, but I'm guessing you might want to make it up to her, and I'm getting the impression you might need advice on that front."

"Yeah, probably." Sylvain said. "But I'll think about it later." The conversation had made the mood more serious than intended, but he had had a lot of fun. "You can stop the lap dance. Feel free to get dressed as well."

Hilda got off and started getting dressed, himself doing likewise. She was finished with her bottom half and putting her bra back on before Sylvain asked one last question. "Hilda, Be honest with me: How do you feel about me?"

Hilda paused to think about it. "Well, Sylvain, I think I love you after all this, you know? I know I don't get it." They chuckled a bit at that comment, even if it wasn't really a joke. "I just...wouldn't want you for a husband."

Sylvain cocked an eyebrow at that as he put on his shirt. "Oh? Why not?"

"Well, not to offend you, but I can't help but feel that most of the time, your niceness is somehow...shallow. My brother would probably cut you into pieces the moment he saw your face." She said, giving an honest opinion about her high ranking military officer of a brother.

Sylvain blinked at that while Hilda put on her own top. "Your brother sounds...terrifying, actually."

Hilda chuckled at that. "Yeah, I can see that. Sylvain, I think I wouldn't mind fooling around with you again, but let's keep it at that for now, okay? and if you need any girl advice, I'm willing to give it." She nodded, heading for the door to get to the mess hall for lunch. As she opened it, she was met with the pleasant noon weather... and Ingrid walking passed with Dorothea, both of them noticing her leaving Sylvain's room.