Tarrok gave Aiko the necessary space and time to undo the simple pants. They were another of her creations, a simple and uncomplicated thing based on old saiyan styles. Uncomplicated clothing that worked well in practical combat or at ease. Also they didn't incorporate any complicated ties or strapping, so have fun with that.<br/><br/>The saiyan picked her up a moment and put her on one of the nearby chairs. Pushed up her shirt to the shoulders and kissed at her stomach, her chest, the sides. Undid her bra just about as quickly, tossing it onto the table dismissively. Aiko wasn't the only one easy to prod to a mood by their lover, far from it.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"Can I just add how hilariously backwards this is. I wanted to talk and you wanted to be left alone. Then I did and now your over here. Please not to be the drooling thanks bye."</span><br/><br/>The challenge steeled her resolve, though. Could she get out of this without being too rough? Sage tried tucking herself into a ball, head between her knees. Then tried rolling out from under Daikon like a wheel of nope.