“Hnn—” the woman purred at the first touch of the finger, and slowly tilted her head from side to side, eyes closed. “Ah, the Siren,” Vera said once she recognized the spot from the trace, “I’ve thought about adding some ink to better define her features. She’s one of the earliest ones. Nope. Keep on looking. Not that far off, but not really close either.”<br/><br/>The grin on Vera’s face widened, although it wasn’t for Hilda to see, as memories of the last time she played this game came back to her. It wasn’t that it was much fun that time, though, as there weren’t nearly as many pictures on her then, but the thought that this might end even remotely the same way greatly brightened her mood. Then again, it also brought back memories of the man, but she could just set those aside. The time for nostalgia would come after, and for now, all she had to do to forget was to focus on wherever she was going to be touched next.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>