Musubi sat as the fox woman explained her options to her, the ways in which she was willing to take the young catgirl for a ride...a hot, sexy ride.  "Well, thanks for giving me the choice," she replied softly.  After a few moments spent over thinking about it, she managed to come to a decision.  It was, assuredly, a bit more embarrassing in her mind, but Kitsune herself had said it was the more masculine option of the two, in her own way.<br/><br/>Turning over onto her stomach, she raised herself up onto hands and knees, showing the older woman that she was willing to be taken from behind.  She swallowed and waited for the sensation of that thick, steel-solid shaft and accompanying balls to push right into her.  She could almost hear the<em>slap</em>as the heavy, furry orbs hit against her...oh, god!  She was either having a very overactive imagination today, or she was rapidly getting turned into someone like Kitsune or Elisabeth.<br/><br/>"I-I'm ready..."  She called out, looking back over her shoulder, waiting for that singular moment.  She tried to slow her breathing down, closing her eyes, knowing soon enough that her breath would come only in gasps between thrusts, and her eyes would practically be bulging out of her sockets at how hard she was being screwed...maybe.  Would Kitsune go easy on her?<br/><br/><br/>Outside, Miko's own musings had given her answers...but other questions, as well.  Something was certain, even before all this business, though - Musubi was a Technomancer, and a very, very talented one given that.  She had smashed through a secure Lone Star network in less than a minute, planting a wiretap and getting out without leaving a trace of her behind.  That was something almost undoable to all but the best hackers she knew.  And from her own admission, other Technomancers weren't really capable of what she was...so, she would undoubtedly be a very useful asset to MCT.<br/><br/>And assets like that didn't get to just walk away unscathed, they had people sent after them.  But so far, there was nothing to indicate that she was being watched, or followed, or anything...maybe she had managed to keep whoever was after her from finding her home?  But how...they would have tried to follow her, right?<br/><br/>The bag in the closet might have had answers.  Once she proceeded back over to the closet, Elisabeth moved aside what she needed to and took it out.  There was a pressure-sensitive part on the bag, where in older years, a zipper might have been.  Upon opening the bag, the first thing that Elisabeth saw was white.  Something white and flat.  If it was fully removed from the bag, and held in the air, Elisabeth would have discovered it was an outfit!<br/><br/>The fabric was soft in most places.  There were primarily three components to it: a leotard with spaghetti straps over the shoulders, a pair of leggings attached to the leotard, and a frilly, very elaborate skirt.  A skirt which was a good arms' length in radius, and whose material was quite stiff.  Further investigation of the bag revealed a pair of pink slippers with ribbons attached...<br/><br/>...was this what Elisabeth thought it was?