<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/monstergirlencyclopedia/images/2/21/Hellhound_cloth.jpg/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/339?cb=20150222064724)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;">RENOA</span><br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Miyako's estate<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Miyako, Juno<br/><hr/><br/>Renoa actually rather enjoyed the parfait. A sweet, fruity treat and plenty of tasty cream to lick up! She wasn't necessarily trying to be erotic as she licked her spoon clean before dipping it back down to gather up more of the sugary delight, but like practically everything the hell hound did, there seemed obvious innuendoes to her actions. Particularly when she allowed herself to briefly imagine the spoon was Miyako's cum drenched cock. The poor futa would probably die of a heart attack if she were to do that though.<br/><br/>"So...Miyako..." She says after finishing off her first cup, and debating weather or not to eat her second. "You don't really talk much." She states an undisputable fact before dragging the second glass of desert closer. "What do you enjoy doing? Do you sing? Dance?....chase squirrels? I like to chase squirrels." She asks, searching any topic that might help the girl open up and relax. Renoa really was having a hard time accepting her constant rejections, all she was doing was trying to connect with her a bit...Not being able to just fuck out all the awkward and uncertainty and skip to the endorphin fuelled relaxation and bonding of post coital afterglow was really hindering her attempts at building a social connection with her host.