A lot has happened, and Nami has begun to draw some conclusions about the situation she's found herself in here at the casino. Not least among these new truths she's workshopping is the belief that this place cannot get the better of her if she can help it. Information plays a big part in that. Knowing how undone the tattoos make a person, and the places in the casino where the compromising kind of hazards wait are all important, but equally so is all this stuff. It was a stroke of luck that she ended up in one of those sex toy rooms at the mingle with a person she considers a friend - the same situation with a stranger would have been more than awkward. This stuff isn't going away. Figuring out what works and what doesn't before having to figure it out on the fly is the practical thing to do. The toy in question was something thrust (hah) on her by the casino already, and while the experience turned into something blissful for many reasons, feeling the strap-on out before she used it on someone else would have been helpful.
And Tifa's so kind and genuinely good. If Nami can help her out, she will. It doesn't hurt that the memory of Tifa's lips has been seared into her memory and all too easily recalled after they exchanged messages on the network. Just like the last time, Nami doesn't know what to expect from this encounter with Tifa, but if helping her out is all it is, Nami's happy with that. Coming to trust and care for people outside of her crew is new, but, she's learning how nice it can be to have friends.
Nami pulls the door open quickly after Tifa knocks, meeting the other woman with a small smile, stepping aside so she can show herself in.
"Lucky we're on the same floor, huh?" If Tifa were on a higher floor, Nami would go to her in the interests of poking around one more room that's more comfortable than hers, but it's not like she wants to lug the box sitting on the foot of her bed around the casino. Once her door's shut Nami gets to business, unwilling to fall prey to the awkwardness she's trying to help them both avoid by having Tifa over for this in the first place.
"So," she begins, pushing the lid of the box open so Tifa can see the pretty leather harness, toys, condoms, and lube waiting inside, forcing herself to keep talking even though being this open makes her want to squirm.
"These are what I have. I haven't used stuff like this a lot, but, since coming here..." Nami trails off and looks back at Tifa, shrugging apprehensively. "It's come up."
action, the strap-on info session
And Tifa's so kind and genuinely good. If Nami can help her out, she will. It doesn't hurt that the memory of Tifa's lips has been seared into her memory and all too easily recalled after they exchanged messages on the network. Just like the last time, Nami doesn't know what to expect from this encounter with Tifa, but if helping her out is all it is, Nami's happy with that. Coming to trust and care for people outside of her crew is new, but, she's learning how nice it can be to have friends.
Nami pulls the door open quickly after Tifa knocks, meeting the other woman with a small smile, stepping aside so she can show herself in.
"Lucky we're on the same floor, huh?" If Tifa were on a higher floor, Nami would go to her in the interests of poking around one more room that's more comfortable than hers, but it's not like she wants to lug the box sitting on the foot of her bed around the casino. Once her door's shut Nami gets to business, unwilling to fall prey to the awkwardness she's trying to help them both avoid by having Tifa over for this in the first place.
"So," she begins, pushing the lid of the box open so Tifa can see the pretty leather harness, toys, condoms, and lube waiting inside, forcing herself to keep talking even though being this open makes her want to squirm.
"These are what I have. I haven't used stuff like this a lot, but, since coming here..." Nami trails off and looks back at Tifa, shrugging apprehensively. "It's come up."