<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">Hana felt her fingers grazing the skin of her own stomach. Well, her own clothes prevented those fingertips of hers to actually collide against her sensitive flesh. But she could still feel that soft touch. And, oddly enough, she liked it. Instead of pulling back, the young woman softly grabbed Ria's hand, forcing it to stay pressed against her own stomach. "Do you think I'll like the technique part? I want to move in to action already."<br/>
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After she said that, her eyes met those of Ria's, time freezing all of the sudden. At least from Hana's point of view.</span>