Chihiro's eyes are full of wicked mischief. She knows better. She really shouldn't sleep with either one of them. It should all be professional. But she can't help it. She's attracted to them, and they seem attracted to her. She can't stand the "not knowing" now. She's turned on. It isn't just the booze, either. It's years of pent up curiosity given a chance to show itself. Booze would be the excuse later.<br/><br/>Monkling has not moved her hand; Chihiro moves it for her, further up. She says, seductively, "You can feel higher, if you want. I'm smooth everywhere, if you were wondering." She takes ahold of Stone's free hand, leaning over and running it up her thigh to her abdomen, just a little under her pajama top. She adds, addressing them both, "Although it's unfair if you two get to feel me, and I don't get to feel you. Are thighs out of the question, or do I have to content myself with your ears?"