Thank Laira.

The door turns open slowly. Groggy and confused, Laira stands on the other side, still wearing nothing but her pajamas--a white button-up shirt that's so long that it covers up anything she may or may not be wearing below. She rubs her eyes and slowly comes to the realization of who's in front of her. After a cute grumble, she yawns and brushes her hands back through her messy ginger hair. It tugs up the fabric of her top, though not so much to show anything beneath, but it brings your eyes down to her plump, perky bust beneath such a soft, thin garment--unrestrained melons jiggling back and forth with pointed tips clearly present as they poke up on either side of the line of buttons.

"Oh... Hi, Kyle," she says. "Sorry. I was taking a nap."

"Sorry for waking you up. I didn't mean to. You deserve some rest after everything."

She shakes her head. "I'd rather talk to you to be honest." Though in her sleepy demeanour, she doesn't realize what she said at first. Colour starts to fill her cheeks. "Uhm, would you like to come in? I swear I'm waking up now."

"I'd love to," you reply.

Once again you find yourself in the main room of her home. The door shuts quietly behind you, and she makes her way over to the nearby table to lean back her rear against the edge. There she shifts uncomfortably, though not in a negative sense. You know that she's never been with anyone before. Back before Gobiidae, the two of you made a promise to share a special night together after the armour was completed, with her being one of the only girls in Castle Phoenix to not have become intimate with you before, especially after the Trial of the Erotrain. Laira is an old fashioned gal, though as you look at her acting all shy and unable to speak her mind presently, you see a real hottie--only not afraid to get her hands dirty too, like a girl from out in the country.

You step closer, and she looks to you with a sharp inhale.

"Thank you. For everything," you say softly.

She opens her mouth to speak, but can't find the words, and instead licks her lips as she stands up straight. Her hands slide up the front of your breastplate over to your shoulders as she looks up into your eyes. "Kyle--" she finally begins to say. "You know I've never..."

Your hands trail downwards to her hips. One wanders lower, stroking over her upper leg with the gentle touch of the backs of your fingers. "You have me all night, for as long as you'd like," you say.

She shivers. "You can't just say that to a girl." Her face is far more red now. "She won't be able to resist."

"Let me ask you a question then."

"Anything." Her hands slip back down over your chest, and despite the armour being in the way, she caresses.

"Are you wearing anything under there?"

She smiles wide. "Would you like to find out yourself?"

You give her hips a little tug to pull her in closer. Then, you bring your hands up her legs as you begin slipping up the fabric of her lengthy shirt. Beneath it you discover the feeling of her underwear's waistband, where you follow along to cup around her ass, giving it a playful squeeze. "So you are."

She giggles as she pulls herself up to squish right against you now. "Are you disappointed?"

"No... Now I have something to take off," you whisper.