[To be fair, no one ever expected something like this, not even Mira herself. Whatever she was expecting, it certainly did not involve her sitting on Emet's lap and being as close as they are right now as well as the lack of clothing both have.

He'll be able to make out toned skin from Mira's form along with some scars from battles old and recent, including one along her chest, courtesy of Elidibus running around in Zenos's body. But that's what happens when the job is to fight; she's just grateful that she came out with just a mark. But feeling Emet's bare hands on her skin makes her shudder and quietly let out mewls, anticipation filling her mind with what exactly will happen next once that garment is gone. She is lucky that her glasses remain on, not wanting to think about if they too were on the other side of the room like her poor shirt.

But it's his words that make Mira pause, her cheeks growing a deeper crimson as he works on her collarbone while her hand finds its way back to thread his hair before she could reply. He may not have his original powers but Fury help her if those molten gold orbs were looking straight into her. Now she didn't think herself much to look at but it was not out of some kind of self loathing. More than likely, people did pay attention and it was just Mira being her useless self.]

Actually, I had thought myself average compared to others. Suppose it was because I was rather focused on everything else to notice.

[But it's during this that upon one spot on her collarbone, Mira couldn't help but gasp a little louder than usual, making her body tingle.]

Aaah-! That's-!