Mari leans forward, and Dia suddenly feels dreadfully, helplessly trapped. She leans all the way back on the sofa, until her shoulders dig into the backrest and her chin sinks into her neck, but those mere few inches of space offer no real escape from Mari and her... mammaries.

She could not possibly pretend to keep her cool. But then, why should she! When Mari is shamelessly participating in such wretched debauchery!

"You--" It takes her a moment to remember to form words, and another moment to refocus her eyes on Mari's face-- "You are being horrifically inappropriate right now! At least allow yourself a shred of decency out of basic self-respect!" She reaches forward, grabbing the robe's collar and yanking it closed. Even her hands are sweaty already, and her face is red down to the base of her throat. "Unbelievable!"