"You'rrrrrrrrre welcooooooooooome," she sighed in her alcohol-and-hormone fueled haze.  Her tail was, indeed, soft and furry, the brown fur on it softly ruffling at Elisabeth's touch.  Normally, Musubi was on guard for people trying to touch her there, since they were the most accessible sensitive portions of her body.  But given the influence of the drink and a half that she had currently in her system, she wasn't really caring about that right at the present moment.<br/><br/>"Okayyyyyyyyyy," she softly exhaled as Elisabeth's hand trailed down her body.  Said hand would come to cup around a<em>divinely</em>shaped tit, round and soft with just the subtle hint of bounciness to them.  An elated sigh slipped out of the Technomancer's lips as it was played with, her body relaxing even further, and a feeling of warmth beginning to permate her lower regions.<br/><br/>Musubi's eyes were closed, and her head tilted back against Elisabeth's shoulder, seemingly open for what the mage woman wanted next...but the catgirl beat her to it.  Maybe it was the alcohol.  Or not.  Whatever it was, her head courageously pushed forward and her lips met the Englishwoman's.