The hacker's blush only spreads wider as Tzahala guides Cori into 'her' own living room, and Tzahala notices that the hacker is already starting to squirm as she plops down into her warm, metal lap. The nervousness definitely seems like it could be more than just the surprise of the late night visit...<br/><br/>Especially when the hacker's fingers tighten against the halves of her rrobe, as if to keep it in place even if Tzahala plucks the sash away.<br/><br/>"Th-that's good to hear. I'm glad it worked out, th-though I know it's not aah~!" The hacker's head rolls back, and her words catch in her throat as Tzahala's fingers tease against her chest. Again, something is off- Tzahala notices that the fabric seems to slide a bit more than it should against the hacker's chest, and Cori seems to be positively shaking at her touch. More so than usual. "I... th-think that would look v-v-very cute, Miss Sao."