Hotaru

Hotaru rocks back and forth under the kotatsu, clearly anxious. Her attention keeps bouncing from the TV to Kite, sitting on the couch behind her. She drums her fingers on top of the kotatsu and unconsciously bites her lip, working up the courage for what she's going to say. Finally, she turns to face Kite, trying to act as casually as possible despite her racing heart.

"Hey..." She rubs her hands together, suddenly self conscious "I was wondering you could help me with something? I'm not really sure who to ask and its...kind of embarrassing..."

Her eyes roved around Kite's room, looking anywhere but directly at Kite. The familiar setting does help put her a bit at ease. But the closed and locked bedroom door carried implications that put a dangerous fire in her belly

"We've known each other for a really long time right? You're...my best friend so I figured I could ask you about...about this." She licks her dry lips "Um...so I was wondering if you could help me be a little more...Her voice drops to an embarrassed whisper "...Girly." The dreaded word spoken, she suddenly starts talking in nervous haste "You know...if you were looking for a girlfriend or...like a wife or something what would you look for? If-if-if you wanted to make me into your...dream girl who you would love and have tons of sex with and like-like-like cuddle and kiss and stuff...what would you change? Like...would your dream girl wear dresses with no panties or maybe that...that naked apron thing? Or um..." She's beet red, squirming, looking at the floor. Even saying the word 'sex' to Kite has drenched her panties and set her body on fire in a way she didn't expect. Suddenly she looks up, scowling with embarrassed anger "Hypothetically of course! I just want to know your opinion!"