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They'd settled on Gangle's room. Honestly, it was the nicest room out of the three of them, even if just for the low-light inside. It's a much-appreciated respite from the saturation of the circus. The deep red walls glow softly under the warm fairy lights.
This is only the second time Pomni has been in Gangle's room. The first had been the night after a game of softball suggested by Ragatha. Gangle pulled her aside in the small locker room after they'd both changed back into their normal clothing. She'd invited Pomni to her room to talk…
And now they're here.
While Gangle and Zooble climb onto the bed after her, she lets her gaze wander around the room. She spots some art of the other circus members… mainly Zooble.
Cute.
Then Pomni spots a couple pages that already has her cheeks heating up in a slight blush.
On Gangle's workdesk is an open sketchbook flipped to two whole pages of drawings of her. The first page is Pomni in her suit from the lightning round. The second is entirely drawings of her in her in her beach wear.
Gangle catches Pomni's gaze as she climbs onto the bed. She smiles sweetly, her ribboned hand curling against her porcelain cheek as she glances from the sketchbook and back to Pomni.
"I've been working on them for a while now. Do you like them?"
"Yeah," Pomni answers genuinely, "glad I could be your muse." She smiles cheekily, and Gangle blushes.
"You're so cute~ I knew this was a good idea." She covers a silent giggle, finally facing Zooble who's knelt with their four hands rested on their lap. They've been listening along.
"I think so too." They open their arms, inviting Gangle onto their lap for a brief kiss.
The plastic and porcelain tink together softly when they connect, Gangle's cheeks flushing darker as Zooble wraps all four arms around her to pull her closer.
"You looked adorable today in that uniform. I can tell this has been on your mind all day though — you've been so distracted."
Gangle hides her embarrassed face away from Pomni, who smiles and averts her eyes to pretend she hadn't been watching.
"Can you blame me? I've been so excited for this," Gangle backs up, giggling quietly, "… a little nervous but mainly excited." She sits on the bed facing Zooble, her tragedy mask settling onto one of their outstretched arms. The arm is one of her favorites. It's one cohesive piece - green with yellow spots, and ends in four clawed fingers. She just really likes the bulk of it towards their forearm, and the way it feels when they cradle her face in their wide palm.
"Hey handsome~" She coos, turning her face to kiss the inside of their hand.
One of Gangle's favorite parts about being in this room is the low light. The harsh sheen of the circus tent didn't glint off of Zooble's plastic figure as brightly. She could admire them properly in here.
The cartoony red of her own ribbons dulled down to something a little more pleasing, too, in her opinion.
And now, it's nice to see Pomni more thoroughly in this lighting as well.
But as soon as Gangle's gaze starts drifting towards Pomni, Zooble grasped her mask to turn her back towards them. "Not yet, you're gonna have plenty of time to look at her."
Pomni sits at the head of the bed, leaned back onto her hands and desperately trying to seem unfazed by the scene in front of her. It's really hard not to be though.
Zooble is sat on their knees, one set of hands delicately cupped on each side of Gangle's mask. One of the others is being held in Gangle's hand, where she guides their spotted hand to her neck. They curl a claw around the back of the ribbon, cupping the back of their mask to sweep her up in a sweet kiss. It brings a bubble of nervous laughter rolling out of Gangle when they part.
Despite Gangle's excitement, Zooble could tell she was nervous being the center of attention. Zooble enjoyed this side of Gangle when she's confident, but it's different when Pomni's sitting so close to them.
"You look beautiful," they mutter softly, their eyes creasing with a little smile, "you've got this. Look how excited she is."
Zooble tilts Gangle's mask to look towards Pomni.
Pomni can feel the heat pooling in her gut as she watches Gangle's flushed face finally tilt down towards her. Pomni's face feels like it's on fire. She'd grabbed one of the pillows to rest in her lap to have something to wring her fingers into. It's not like they said exactly how this would go. They mainly talked out the important stuff before.
But how was she supposed to react when both of them suddenly turn their attention to her?
Her flushed face and beading sweat drops on her forehead were apparently enough of a reaction for them, because Gangle looks a lot more confident as she turns back towards Zooble. "Thank you… But she really has been waiting so long… can I give her a kiss?"
Zooble turns their attention to Pomni, then back to Gangle with a little chuckle. "Only if she asks nicely. Just a kiss though."
Pomni feels breathless already.
A slightly panicked "Yes, please." is all she manages at the moment, and the reaction from Gangle is immediate excitement.
Gangle crawls across the bed to approach Pomni, stopping once her hand rests directly in the center of the pillow on Pomni's lap. "Hands to yourself, cutie." Gangle mutters to Pomni before pressing her mouth to her lips.
Pomni isn't sure at first if she could feel Gangle's mouth move as they kiss, but she can. It's nice - a little phantom of a kiss complimenting the gentle press of her mask. Pomni gladly kisses back, her hands grasped lightly onto the edges of the pillow, painfully aware of Gangle's hand pressed into the center of it. She could be patient.
She's not even sure what she'd want to do if she had permission to. It was a little intimidating.
But Zooble seemed to be more than happy to take the lead first.
She could abide that.
Suddenly, the cool press of porcelain leaves her lips, and so does the pillow in her lap. Gangle tosses the offending item aside with a little chuckle.
"No need to cover yourself up."
Gangle traces her hands, feather-light, up the inside of Pomni's thighs as she pulls away. She makes a small, surprised noise when Zooble wraps an arm around her waist to pull her back in. They sweep her into a deep kiss, while Pomni watches with rapt attention.
Gloved fingers fidget with little wrinkles in the sheets. Once again she's left not knowing what to do with her hands.
Not that she could really complain about any of this.
Even as the couple continues to kiss and feel each other up, Gangle's attention seems to drift at even the slightest movement from Pomni's side of the bed. That is until Zooble roughly jerks her mask to face towards them again.
"Eyes on me, she can wait. What a greedy little perv." Zooble's voice is stern, sharp, so unlike the laid-back tone they'd been guiding Gangle with so far. It's punctuated by their second set of hands pushing Gangle's soft thighs apart. It only seems to drive Gangle to squirm impatiently, thighs lightly flexing in Zooble's hold.
"But… she's so pretty, and she's been so patient. Hasn't even touched herself." Gangle pleads, pressing her face firmly into Zooble's grip to give their clawed hand a kiss.
Zooble's gaze finally flits over to Pomni, whose face is flushed as she watches the two of them intently.
"Hm… and she's been polite too. Not a peep."
Pomni's fingers curl as she grips onto the sheets with a shudder.
Fuck they're both so hot.
Zooble turns her gaze back to Gangle, pulling her mask to their face where their mouth would be to give her an audible kiss. Gangle smiles into the little kiss, and that same soft smile stays on the tragedy mask underneath when Zooble slowly pulls their comedy mask away.
For now, Zooble rests the extra mask in their lap to plant little kisses on each of the permanent tears of Gangle's face. "You're so gorgeous…" Zooble mutters against their tragedy mask, which pulls a little giggle from Gangle and a whispered thanks for the compliment.
The sound of Gangle's happy mask snapping in two causes Pomni to startle. She knew this moment was coming, but now her heart races with anticipation. All the attention suddenly being on her is a daunting prospect. Not an unwelcome one though.
"Go ahead." Zooble lifts the broken halves to their face to give them each a kiss before passing them off to a very clearly-excited Gangle.
"Thank you babe." Gangle chimes before she shuffle-scoots over to Pomni at the head of the bed, a sweet smile on her face.
"Okay, just like we talked about, two fingers in a snipping motion if you need to stop."
"Yup, I remember. Locked in." Pomni jokes lightly, though her voice warbles with uncertainty.
Gangle's eyes follow Zooble as they move the pillows from behind Pomni to settle down there instead. Both sets of arms wrap loosely around Pomni's waist, though they reach up with one hand to play with the little pom poms at the end of her hat.
For now, Gangle sets aside both halves of the happy mask, choosing instead to boldly rub and caress from Pomni's stomach up to her chest. "You're so soft~" She coos, bringing one of her hands up to brush against the blushing heat of Pomni's cheek.
When Pomni starts to reach for Gangle to reciprocate though, Zooble pinches her thigh with their red, clawed hand.
"Hands off. And I just called you polite - use your words."
Pomni's head is already spinning with the heavy petting Gangle is giving her, and her face burns with shame. She's in way over her head.
"Right." She swallows the lump in her throat, taking a deep, shuddering breath. "May I touch you, Gangle?"
"How sweet of you to ask~ of course you can." Gangle responds, one ribboned hand brushing against Pomni's blush marks. They're washed out by her utterly flushed face, but Gangle knows exactly where the original marks start.
Pomni gives Gangle a shy smile as she reaches out to touch her silky ribbons for the first time. Experimentally, she lightly grasps the ribbon closest to Gangle's chest, sliding her two fingers down the length of it until it begins to spiral towards her back. Gangle melts under her touch, the feeling so different from the hard plastic of Zooble's embrace.
For Pomni, the sensation is dulled by the gloves on her hands, but the reaction it pulls from Gangle is priceless. Gangle whines, her face tipping back while Pomni continues to explore, having taken note of a few small things Gangle seemed to like when Zooble was giving her attention - like the pinching of the ribbons between her fingers when she touches her, rather than simply brushing her fingers against the front of them. There's a sharp inhale from Gangle when she twists a length of ribbon around a finger, followed by a sweet little moan when Pomni smooths it back out.
Gangle would let this go on forever if she wasn't so excited for what they had planned for tonight. She laughs a little breathlessly, watching Pomni's fingers work.
"You were paying attention. I can tell." Gangle compliments.
"Maybe. I really wanted you to feel good too."
As much as this was whole arrangement was - at least assumedly - borne out of wanting a third for a little fun trying out a couple kinks, Pomni still cares about Gangle. Of course she'd pay attention.
All four of Zooble's hands start at Pomni's waist and begin to wander, feeling over her thighs, stomach, chest - anywhere they so please. The sudden attention nearly makes Pomni jump with how nervous she feels.
"I'm sure you can handle a little distraction while Gangle works." Zooble teases.
Pomni nods quickly, her head tilted back lightly to rest against Zooble's chest.
"Y-yes. I can."
Zooble doesn't stop feeling Pomni up, but uses one of their hands to grasp under Pomni's chin lightly to face towards Gangle where she's sat in front of her.
"Eyes forward, you'll need it. Just relax." The commanding edge to their voice has ebbed away for now. It's reassuring… or, as reassuring as it can be given the circumstances.
"Yeah, relax." Pomni mutters as she takes a deep breath, laughing nervously, her eyes drifting down to the two halves of Gangle's cracked happy mask resting on each of Gangle's thighs. She's been sitting and waiting eagerly for Zooble to give her the reins.
Once Gangle notices Pomni's attention on her, she sets one of the halves of the mask aside. Her hand brushes briefly up Pomni's chest then snakes around Pomni's neck loosely.
"Okay, lets start easy. Show me blue." Gangle states simply.
The delivery sends a chill up Pomni's spine. As if this was some everyday request. Or maybe it's from the jagged edge of Gangle's happy mask hovering over her bodysuit, ready to slice.
Pomni holds her breath, nearly panicking and letting the breath go too early as Gangle's tear-studded comedy mask leans in so closely that Pomni could see her own reflection in her eyes.
Blue, easy.
Pomni focused, her eyes nearly fluttering shut as Zooble squeezed and petted her. God it's been so long…
The second she sees a flash of blue in the reflection of Gangle's mask, she gasps for air, and not even a moment later she feels Gangle's mask against her lips mid-breath.
"Perfect~ I thought my mask was just reflective enough in here."
The ribbon wrapped around Pomni's neck stays there, caressing her throat gently. "Mmm, how about red? You do already look pretty red, it'd be fitting."
Pomni lets out a shuddering breath, trying and failing to conceal a needy moan when Zooble traces the mix-matched seams between her legs.
"Y-yeah," she replies, swallowing thickly.
She sucks in another breath and holds it.
Gangle leans in close once again, Pomni's eyes flicking between the couple of spots on Gangle's face where the color reflects the brightest.
Blue, pink, red.
She once again gasps for breath, surprised with how overwhelmed she already feels. There's too many hands on her.
Instead of the immediate sweep of a breathless kiss, Gangle slips her ribbon from around Pomni's neck to cup her cheek.
"You're doing so good already," Gangle praises, peppering kisses all over Pomni's face. The porcelain is cool against her heated cheeks.
Pomni closes her eyes, smiling softly when she feels Gangle plant a single kiss on each of her eyelids. The ribbon snakes back around Pomni's neck, and Gangle hums pleasantly.
"Okay, now my favorite. Green."
Pomni opens her eyes again, already expecting Gangle lent close to her face.
She's held her breath for longer. This is easy.
Deep breath, and hold.
It seems like an agonizing length of time waiting for the flash of color to even begin reflecting back from Gangle's glossy mask.
Blue, pink, red, orange-
Pomni gasps when Zooble digs a blunt claw between her legs where they'd been toying with the seams previously. The breathless moan she utters twists into a pained whine as Gangle swipes the jagged edge of her happy mask against Pomni's stomach. It cuts through the material of her bodysuit and straight to the skin underneath. She can't bleed, but as she looks down she can see a sliver of a cut that seems to linger.
"Give me a color, Zooble." Gangle sets the mask aside briefly, ghosting her silky ribbons over the fresh cut.
"I say we retry green." They reply with a low voice, to which Gangle nods in agreement.
Quickly, the loose ribbon is tightened around Pomni's neck. As the flush of blue takes over Pomni's features, Gangle smiles.
"You were calling me a perv, Zooble. Just look at this face…"
Pomni's pinwheel eyes are heavily lidded, her jaw slightly slack. And she doesn't look away from Gangle - dreamily watching each little flash of color in Gangle's wide eyes.
… orange, yellow…
"Mhm. You might have a rival for the title, Gangle." They chuckle, one hand reaching up to trace their fingers against Pomni's parted lips.
Green.
The release of Pomni's neck is immediate.
"Good~"
One of Zooble's fingers curls into Pomni's bottom lip, and the jester can't hide her embarrassed moan as they work their fingers against where her clit would normally sit. They chuckle when Pomni squirms and pants for breath. The same finger they'd been using to toy with her lip slips into her mouth to press down on her tongue.
Pomni swirls her tongue around the clawed fingertips pressed against her tongue almost absentmindedly. Her head is pleasantly fuzzy, and despite the extra attention from Zooble, she manages to keep her gaze determidly fixed on Gangle's face.
Gangle takes this opportunity to ready the comedy mask once again.
"I know you can do better than that…" Gangle teases, putting light pressure on the fresh cut.
Tears prick in Pomni's eyes at the overstimulation of it all. The attention between her legs, Zooble's hands groping, tracing, pinching - the mocking press against the sliver of a wound… she whines, and for a moment, Gangle drops her bravado.
"You okay?" She questions, a nervous edge to her voice.
Zooble slows their ministrations as well. Only one set of hands rests on Pomni now, resting on her thigh while the other traces down her side in an almost ticklish gentleness.
Breathlessly, Pomni laughs, leaning in to
steal a kiss from Gangle.
"Peachy," she assures with a little sniffle and a smile, "please, don't stop."
Gangle smiles right back, reaching up to wipe away the tears gathering in the corners of her eyes.
"Good girl~ let's keep going then."
The moment of reassurance seemed to be enough to give Gangle her confidence back all, and her hand trails from the curve of Pomni's cheek down to her neck once again.
Zooble needs no encouragement to go right back in on their attention to Pomni's body. Gangle's right, she is soft.
"Never took you for such a masochist." Zooble teases, leaning in to nuzzle their face lightly against the back of Pomni's head. They curl a claw between her legs once again, and it takes everything within Pomni to not immediately melt under their touch.
"N-never took you two for such sadists." She teases in return, to which Gangle responds with a giddy giggle.
As much as Gangle would normally deny such a claim, she can't deny how much Pomni's pained moan awakened a brand new excitement in her.
As much as the statement brought about a new wave of energy… Pomni was too good at keeping herself composed.
…
"Pink." Another desperate gasp for air, a roll of Pomni's hips as she chases an orgasm that the couple refuse to let her reach yet.
…
"Orange." A, breathless, whining moan that devolves into a sob when Zooble removes pressure from between her legs altogether.
…
As hot as it is, Gangle is beginning to grow impatient. Her orders are being followed far too easily, and she's itching to leave another clean cut.
Despite her own impatience, Pomni seems to be thoroughly enjoying herself. Her mouth hangs open, drooling as Zooble once again plunges their thick fingers into her mouth.
"You're getting too good at our little game… such a shame." Gangle laments with a sigh. "I think I know what can help."
She releases the barely-there hold on Pomni's neck to instead shield Pomni's eyes with a silky blindfold.
"Now that you've had some practice, lets see how you do without cheating~" She teases with a tightening of her ribbon. "Show me… orange again. You just practiced it, after all."
Pomni's heart thrums in her chest wildly, anxiety immediately flooding through her. At least when she messed up last time, she saw the punishment coming.
It certainly doesn't stop her though. She's far too enthralled to even entertain the thought. So, obediently, she clamps her mouth shut once again and waits. She should have been counting the seconds before. How is she supposed to get this right?
So, she drinks in a desperate breath when it seems like it's been long enough, only to yell and writhe in shock when Gangle leaves a fresh cut right between her breasts.
"Poor thing…" Zooble mocks, two fingers pressing into Pomni's mouth and down her throat while they continue to tease between her legs, "… she'll get it down eventually though. Won't you, Pomni?"
Pomni can barely keep her eyes open, choking pathetically as Zooble slowly begin's to finger-fuck her throat. Still, she responds with a delayed nod.
Gangle almost forgets to finish her punishment with how attentively she watches as Pomni comes undone. The sight in front of her is too good to not pause for a moment, anyway — her silky red ribbons stay securely fastened over Pomni's black eyelids, green and yellow fingers plunge in and out of Pomni's waiting mouth, tears and drool already beginning to make a mess of Pomni's mix-matched suit.
"Zooble, color?"
"Hm…" they hum in consideration, "let's see yellow."
Gangle sets the broken mask down once again and grasps Pomni's throat lightly, but before she can begin, Pomni turns her head away from Zooble's hand.
"Wait- please, let me see you while you do it." Pomni pleads.
The request takes Gangle off-guard, but she gladly obliges and drops the ribbons from around her eyes.
"You flatter me~" Gangle replies with a sweet giggle, "I'll gladly let you watch."
She tightens her hold on Pomni's neck and watches with utter infatuation as Pomni's face shifts from color to color. It's not just because of the color, of course. It's in the way Pomni looks at her like she's the prettiest thing in the room, in the way she so-readily takes Zooble's thick fingers again while she waits for Gangle to release her hold.
… orange, yellow.
The relief on Pomni's face is immediate when that ribbon loosens, and she moans as she drools around Zooble's fingers. Her hips grind desperately against the hand between her legs.
She gasps a needy, "N-no, please-" as Zooble suddenly removes their hand from between her legs. Her hips chase the sensation, only to be met with a sharp sting of claws against her thighs and hips whenever she moves.
Pomni tries her best to plead to Gangle with her eyes, but Gangle only replies with an even stare and a lift of her mask.
"Get it right..." Gangle lilts as she teases the sharp edge of her mask under Pomni's chin, "...then I'll consider letting you finish."
And that didn't happen for some time.
Pomni seemed to miss each color by a matter of seconds, and her judgement only got worse as she grew more and more desperate for release.
After a handful of abysmal attempts in a row, Pomni had tensed as she had for the first few strikes. They'd been random, short, and shallow.
This time though, when she opens her eyes, she's met with the sight of Gangle tracing the chin-tip of the comedy mask up her chest and towards her neck. The sharp porcelain ghosts over the curve of Pomni's chin, then comes to rest on her cheek as Gangle hums in thought.
Gangle turns her gaze to Zooble, then reaches out to wrap her hand around one of Zooble's wrists.
"Here, you take it. I'll show you exactly where I want it." She encourages with a smile.
Both of their eyes flick to Pomni's hands for any sign of hesitation, and when nothing comes, Zooble gladly takes the mask from Gangle's hand.
"Just hold it still. Right there." She guides, pulling Zooble's wrist along until her broken smile lightly kissed Pomni's lips.
"Perfect!~"
Zooble doesn't get to appreciate the sight as thoroughly as Gangle can while positioned behind Pomni. What they can see, though, is the way Gangle looks utterly enraptured by the sight in front of her.
Before either of them could do anything else though, they watch with equally flushed cheeks as Pomni leans in closer to the busted mask.
With a shuddering breath, Pomni kisses the sharp smile of her mask, groaning as it catches on her lips. She flicks her tongue out to nick it as well.
They aren't deep cuts in any way, but the way the material splits her lip has Gangle watching hungrily.
And oh the look on their faces is worth every moment of that painful kiss, in Pomni's eyes.
It doesn't take long for Gangle to pull the mask from Zooble's grasp and quickly tosses it somewhere beside Zooble's leg.
Just as quickly as the mask was discarded, Gangle curls her hand around Pomni's neck to drag her closer. Eagerly, she closes the distance to kiss Pomni. Their lips meet with equal desperation from both ends, and Gangle gasps softly when she tastes the metallic tang of the cut on Pomni's tongue.
Breathlessly, Gangle pulls back from the kiss and laughs.
"You're crazy, you know that, right?" She comments fondly as she slowly releases the hold on Pomni's neck.
Pomni gives her a woozy smile, then turns her face to press a kiss under Zooble's chin.
"Y-yeah maybe a little..." She chuckles, groping her hand around until she grabs ahold of the discarded mask and brings it to rest on her lap. Gently, she strokes her thumb across the inside.
Gangle leans over Pomni's shoulder to press a brief kiss under Zooble's smaller eye, then giggles as Zooble pulls her closer, squeezing Pomni's poofy shoulder between their bodies.
"Baaabe... just a little longer." Gangle whispers, satiating Zooble with one more kiss. She picks the mask back up from Pomni's lap, kneeling comfortably once again.
"Okay... one more time with your eyes open just as practice. Then you really have to get it next time." Gangle concedes.
Zooble trails their hands up Pomni's waist, squeezing at her chest with a pleased hum. "I'm in no hurry..." They mutter, followed by a pleased sigh from Pomni.
Green is - even in Pomni's love-drunk brain - an easy enough color to reach. She still has her eyes uncovered, after all.
It's the next color that gives her pause. Gangle covers her eyes with a silky ribbon, her hold snug.
"Blue." Comes the simple request. Gangle's throwing her a bone. Part of Pomni wants to take the easy way out. Just hold her breath for a few seconds, and let go.
But she sucks in a long breath and holds, counting the seconds in her head.
As her cheeks shifted from blue to pink, Gangle nearly punishes her right away. But Zooble grabs her hand before the mask makes contact with her skin.
They know exactly what she's trying to do, and it doesn't take long for Gangle to catch on either.
"What a little over-achiever..." Zooble mutters as they go back to teasing Pomni to the brink again.
Gangle silently nods, watching patiently as the colors on Pomni's face fade in and out.
As much as Zooble would love to see this go on a little longer, she decides to have a little mercy on Pomni.
They lean in as as a flash of green flickers in Gangle's eyes, then whisper a soft, "Now," as her face circles around to blue once again.
Pomni gasps for breath and sobs with relief when Zooble finally keeps pressure between Pomni's legs long enough for her to ride out her well-earned orgasm.
Her whole body trembles with her release, and she can barely register the soothing praise coming from both Zooble and Gangle.
"… so pretty…"
"… just listen to that…"
There's some light bickering about Zooble "cheating" the game at the end, and at another point she thinks she hears them checking in on her. But her mouth won't move, and she's too far on cloud nine to even consider moving her arm to give a thumbs-up.
She is beat.
"… could've gone a little longer," comes a teasing voice.
Pomni scoffs at that last comment as she lightly stirs, to which both Zooble and Gangle respond with a laugh.
"So she can hear us. Welcome back to the land of the living." Zooble quips lightly, stroking their fingers down Pomni's arm.
She hasn't realized it until now, but Gangle and Zooble have settled on opposite sides of her, sandwiching her comfortably between them. When she shifts to try and settle in more, she hisses from the biting pain of the cuts all over her.
"You really had fun with that, huh Gangle."
Gangle snaps herself out of her roving stare at Pomni's marked up body, averting her eyes with a shameful blush. She hides her mask against Pomni's chest.
"S-sorry if I took that too far…"
It was probably too much for Pomni. She'd pushed too much, and now Pomni would be terrified to even-
"Not at all. That was… shit, it was amazing." Pomni replies tiredly.
Gangle looks up Pomni's blushing face with a mix of relief and awe. She'd never met someone so ready to indulge a fantasy of hers like this.
"Really?" She questions, hopeful.
Pomni responds with a tired smile and a nod, and Zooble chuckles.
"Good, I was gonna be little sad if you ended up not wanting to join us again. Even if its not for… this." They motion to the general vicinity of the cuts.
Pomni's eyes Zooble's hand, her gaze catching on the parts of her outfit that'd split open as they motioned downward.
Gangle watches as well, then reaches out to caress the single cut she'd left on Pomni's cheek. "Are you sure you want to wait for tomorrow morning when our models reset?"
Pomni leans into the sting for a brief moment just to watch as Gangle's eyes widened ever-so-slightly at the sight, a pretty pink blush brushing her cheeks.
"What, do you want to explain to Caine how Pomni ended up like this?" Zooble responds flatly, and Pomni snickers as she settles back down into the plush pillows under her head.
"I'm fine, really. It only stings when I move for the most part. Plus I kinda like this." She assures them both with a tired slur, followed by a long yawn.
Pomni glances between the pair, both of whom wear such utterly fond expressions as they look at her. She hadn't thought about what would come after tonight, but she's glad whatever this is will not be coming to an end any time soon, it seems.
If she was any more coherent, she'd reaffirm how much she's down for - likely - anything they could throw at her. As it was, however, all she could manage was a little smile and a lazy kiss to both of their cheeks.
Unsurprisingly, the pair returns her kisses twice over.
The activity of the day drags Pomni's tired eyes closed, and she's lulled to sleep by Gangle and Zooble's hushed whispers shared over her head.