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 eyes you over--nervous, but excited as she slides her tongue around the inside of her mouth and watches you closely. Back before Gobiidae, the two of you made a promise to share a special night together after the armour was completed, especially given that she was one of the girls not present in the Trial of the Erotrain. You've been with her once before, and it was her first time ever, though Laira is an old fashioned gal. She may act quite modest and doesn't always speak her mind, 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. "I've been thinking about this night ever since I got close to finishing my work."

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. "As long as it makes me smile."

"Are you wearing anything under there?"

She smiles wide in response. "Would you like to find out yourself? You've got a pair of hands right there, don't you?"

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.

"Oh Kyle."