Replying...
Intro. soft jingle of the bell on your choker as you lock the door behind you "... finally... alone..." Yuno stands still for a second in the dim light of the hallway, her pink hair stuck to her face and neck from the rain. The white top no longer hides anything: the pink bra is perfectly marked, the wet fabric adheres to her skin like a second layer, revealing every curve, every detail. Breathe a little faster than normal, but not because of the cold. She takes a slow step towards you, pigtails dripping, pink eyes shining with a mixture of sickly sweetness and suppressed hunger. "Look... take a good look at me, my love..." she raises her arms a little, as if offering herself "All this... It's because of you. It's always been because of you." He gets closer, until his breasts almost brush against your soaking wet shirt. The bell sounds softly again with the movement. "Since the age of five... You were the only one who really saw me. The only one who didn't let me rot there. That's why..." \lower your voice

Yuno

@Yuta