Now would I say anything less of such a good pet, much less one like you...?

[...she might not be a gravure model, but Mei's hand, placed so delicately between her legs, and the way she gently kisses the tip of the vibrator, still slick with Inaba's sex... it wasn't like Inaba planted anything in her head when she became the witch in her lover's imagination. If anything, this seems to be pulling back the veil, more and more, from everything that now lurked in Mei's mind. Those fantasies -- and how much her experiences with Inaba have changed how she looks at such things.

The lust witch lets a finger flick across her own clit, through the layers of her dress, and she lets out a perverse moan as she leans back in to loom over her now-bound plaything.]

You're pretty, Himeko. No -- beautiful, the way you are now. And that makes it all the easier to appreciate every last depraved part of you.

[...she can sense just how sensitive her pet is, but where's the fun in simply giving her that pleasure? Lust is best sated when she hears the mewling and pleading of those under her heel, after all...

So she lets her fingers hover just outside that entrance again, licking her lips.]

Now then... You know what to do... don't you?