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Sodachi sat on the edge of the bed with a half-blush covering her face. She was stripped down to her underwear, and feeling self-conscious about how plain it was, and how plain it made her look. Featureless black panties and a featureless black sports bra. She almost wanted to cover it all up so Sakiko wouldn't see, as if her boring choices in underwear were worse than if she was completely naked.
She had bought it with the idea that no one else was going to see her underwear, or at least not more than a flash. Certainly, no one would be seeing it in the bedroom. Being there made it feel like there was even more focus on the unassuming clothes.
She was just waiting for Sakiko to finish her own preparations. But that was taking longer than expected, which meant that Sodachi was growing nervous and fidgety.
Finally, the bedroom door cracked open and Sakiko stepped in. She smiled at Sodachi and cooed, “Are you ready?”
She was in a similar state of undress as Sodachi. The difference being that her underwear was undeniably nicer.
They weren’t even planning to do anything tonight that would require such a state of undress. If Sodachi was being tied up, or if it was anything to do with her body, sure… It was just a force of habit at this point, for them. A habit that made Sodachi feel self-concious.
But Sakiko noticed Sodachi’s upset expression. “Are you okay? Should we stop?”
Sodachi shook her head. “No, I’m fine. I want to do this.”
Sakiko nodded. “Aright.” She leaned over and hugged Sodachi. Sodachi reached up to hug her back.
They stayed like that for a few moments, until Sakiko whispered into Sodachi’s ear, “Lily white.”
Sodachi let go of Sakiko slowly as her limbs went limp. Inside, she wasn’t quite mindless, but her thoughts were failing to parse. That anxiety she had just been feeling was there, but it was hard to feel bad about it. Hard to feel bad, because while the anxiety hadn’t left, the thoughts wouldn’t connect.
That’s what the trigger was for. Not just a trance, but a form of emptiness. It was a strange feeling, but not one Sodachi minded… after the fact, at least. She found it hard to have an opinion of it while it was happening. All the thoughts were still there, but scrambled.
After a moment, and with a slight push from Sakiko, Sodachi fell backwards onto the bed. Once she was still again, Sakiko sat down on the bed, then laid down next to Sodachi. She began running her fingers through the other girl’s hair. That elicited a murmur from Sodachi, but nothing coherent.
Sakiko let Sodachi sit like that for a few minutes. When she felt that enough time had passed, she reached over and brushed a finger, not down, but up the bridge of Sodachi’s nose. A moment later, Sodachi’s eyes fluttered open. She turned her head to the side to look at Sakiko. She smiled, but didn’t say anything.
“Did you enjoy that?” After a brief pause, Sakiko returned to running her fingers through Sodachi’s hair.
“Mhm.” Sodachi nodded. “Was nice…”
“Do you want to keep going?”
“Of course.”
Sakiko nodded, then hummed as she thought. Then she slid a finger down Sodachi's nose. Sodachi’s eyes closed shut. A moment later, she fell backwards, limp.
Sakiko commanded, in a terse voice until like her usual voice, “Stand.”
Slowly, Sodachi rose to her feet, eyes still shut. She stood in place, waiting for the next command. Instead, Sakiko took her hand and led her forward to the closet that was several feet away. She opened it and pulled out a lolita-style maid outfit. She set it on a stool nearby, then pulled out several more items that were part of the outfit. Once she had everything, she turned back to Sodachi.
Wearing only underwear worked to their favor. With a command and help from Sakiko, Sodachi got dressed, piece by piece, in the maid dress. Once she was done, Sakiko fixed some small touches. Finally, she leaned over and whispered, once again, into Sodachi's ear, “Sunflower yellow.”
Sodachi sprang to life once more. Her eyes opened and she looked around. Once she saw Sakiko, however, her demeanor changed.
She immediately went into a full body curtsy, grabbing the edges of the dress and leaning forward.
“Ah, Miss Togawa. How may I help you?” She had a wide smile on her face, the kind of expression that normally would have looked utterly foreign on Sodachi's face. But here, with her acting like this, it seemed perfectly natural. “Would you perhaps like a massage?”
Sakiko gave Sodachi a curt nod, so after Sakiko sat down on the bed, Sodachi sat down behind her and began massaging her shoulders. Sakiko let out a pleased groan, then fell backwards slightly, falling into Sodachi's arms. Sodachi continued to massage her, not just her shoulders, but her arms, back, and neck. Eventually, Sakiko gestured, and Sodachi stood up. She walked around and sat down on the ground, before Sakiko. Then she continued like before, massaging her bare legs, her feet, her thighs. Sodachi's hands, lithe and careful, caressed Sakiko's skin, pressing and rubbing, all for the effect of easing Sakiko's aching.
As Sakiko looked down at Sodachi, between her legs, practically worshipping her legs, she blushed. It wasn't a place she could often see Sodachi, and combined with what exactly Sodachi was doing there, it made it hard for her to maintain a steadfast expression. She wanted to squeeze her legs shut, to trap Sodachi in place, to look down at her face. Her smile which was so eager and her eyes which were so distant.
Instead, she reached down and ran a single finger up the bridge of Sodachi's nose, to her brow. A moment later, Sodachi blinked, then let out a sharp sigh.
“That one always feels so weird.” She stood up and began undressing herself. “If it weren't for Ave Mujica, that might be the kind of work I would have been doing in order to get through life.”
Sakiko frowned. “If you're uncomfortable with it…”
But Sodachi cut her off. “No, no. It's fine… Certainly, the more upbeat tone you can get out of me is one which feels nice to express. But the servitude…”
Sakiko nodded. “I can change the trigger, if you'd like. Or use it less.” Then she stopped and thought for a moment. “Are you worried about money? I could send you some.”
Sodachi waved Sakiko down. “No, it's fine. The pay from Ave Mujica is still enough. More than enough, really… I don't know how to spend that much money…” She coughed awkwardly. “It's just that it makes me think of worse ways my life could have gone, if not for Ave Mujica.” She finished undressing and turned to look at Sakiko. “If not for you.”
“Am I supposed to say you're welcome to that?”
“You certainly could. You're egotistical enough for that.”
“Hm? Are you saying I have more of an ego than you?”
Sodachi smiled. “I suppose, in a sense. I don't have an ego, because I don't need one. I simply know that my music is good, with no pretensions.” She laughed. “And no need to rely on my family's wealth to have gotten me here.”
She walked back over to the bed, where Sakiko was still sitting. “That's not ego. That's just skill, properly earned.” Then, playfully, she reached over and tapped Sakiko on the nose, just the same as Sakiko did to her.
Immediately, Sakiko's eyes fluttered shut and she fell backwards onto the bed. Sodachi's eyes grew wide as she leaned over.
“Uh, um… Red!”
Sodachi was not equipped for that situation, and wasn't even capable of bringing Sakiko out of trance on her own. Using an emergency out was her only option.
Sakiko groaned as she returned to consciousness. She looked up at Sodachi, who had an anxious expression on her face.
“I suppose we both forget about that, don't we?”
They both laughed quietly at that, the previous tension from before draining from the room. They began making smalltalk, the scenes for the night being over, and got dressed up as much as they needed to spend time around the apartment. They had wrapped up sooner than expected, and there was still an entire evening left, especially if Sodachi was going to spend the night, as she so often did. It would be a pleasant night together.