The odd little blonde gives a now deeply blushing Rinley a mostly sisterly kiss on the cheek and stands, sketching a sort-of curtsey that is quite at odds with her garb, and holds the highly personal item of apparel out to Mayu.<br/><br/>"I confess I had not anticipated such a result from my words, lady fair, and here return unto you that which was unwisely borrowed without your leave."  Her eyes twinkle merrily.  "Natassya Renkovna, at your service.  And this one was attempting to humor me in my musing about what it might be like to be...ahhh...more pneumatic than is ever likely."<br/><br/>"But you said you wanted..."<br/><br/>"I know what I said, Rinley dearest, and I certainly did not expect you to bring so many lovely guardians of maidenly virtue in your wake or I would have been far more careful with my words."  She beams at you.  "I pray you forgive the impetuous one her enthusiastic leap to action."