The problem was that in the essence that Merame had used to fuel this outstanding performance was getting to her as much as it was to Yifa.  Yifa would be able to<em>smell</em>the arousal swelling up in her.  And with the little flashes of what was under her dress, Yifa would be able to clearly see Merame's own juices starting to trickle down her legs.  Merame could feel the intermingling of the heat within and the cold without, feeling the slight breeze generated by her hip movements tickling against her exposed core.<br/><br/>The dance lasted a long while before Merame finally slowed herself back down, stilling her memories of Chiaroscuro and its weather.  She, like Yifa, was still feeling<em>hot</em>from it, though...