It's the first touch of skin to skin, and it instantly makes Dia's stomach cave, sends goosebumps spreading down her arms even before Mari's fingertips find their purpose. And when they do-- it happens too fast for Dia to brace herself, and a high-pitched squeal flitters past her throat as her whole body curls in. Too, too strong a reaction for such fleeting contact. She knows that. She's sure Mari loves that.

This is where she should protest, where she should tell Mari no. But with Mari's hands on her bare skin, so skillfully and effortlessly exploiting her weak spots, it's-- hard.

And maybe Dia doesn't really want to.

She doesn't have it in her to tell Mari 'stop', and God knows she doesn't have it in her to tell Mari 'more'. So in the end, all the reaction Dia's capable of is staring down at her knees in red-faced silence, fingers clinging to the fabric of Mari's robe.