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A flock of crows took flight right over Furina’s house as she stepped out. She swallowed in apprehension. She wasn’t one for superstitions. But looking up at the gloomy sky and the strange tension in the air, she couldn't help but want to head back right inside.
But then she remembered the soft white lilies she had folded between the pages of her book, now dried and pressed since it had been a week from when she had received them. Her heart grew restless and beat faster just at the thought of seeing the person who gave them to her. Mysterious as Father Arlecchino was, she was also irresistible. Furina knew even as she walked further and turned to head down the path to the local church, she knew that something wasn’t quite right. It wasn’t just the crows or the dull weather, something deep within her was warning her. Perhaps it was her habit to be more sensitive to changes than one would normally be, perhaps it was her overthinking again. Furina pushed all her thoughts down as she finally arrived at the entrance of the old gray building.
Hesitantly, she took a step inside. She arrived right on time today. So when she stepped into the prayer hall and saw not the priest she was familiar with, but rather a younger looking boy with the holy book open in front of him, her heart twisted in her chest. Still, it would be rude and suspicious if she just turned around and left. Resisting the urge to turn and run, Furina continued walking with heavy steps, settling in a seat much further back than her usual seat.
Throughout the sermon, her eyes remained glued to the stone floor beneath her, her mind blank and a bubbling anxiety coursing through her body. Everything felt uncomfortable. She was beginning to regret stepping out of her house at all. She barely listened to a single word that was said. When the reading was finally done, she was the first to stand up, not caring whether she got curious and offended looks, she turned to leave the place as soon as possible.
As she turned a corner, the presence of a short, blond-haired girl startled her. She looked very much like the boy she saw on the podium earlier, albeit less expressive and no smile.
“Miss Furina?” The girl asked, confirming the identity of the woman she was conversing with.
Furina nodded slowly, not sure where this was going, “Yes?”
The girl continued, “Father Arlecchino had business to attend to, hence why she couldn’t be present at today’s sermon.” She explained.
“I….I see,” Furina was embarrassed. Was it that obvious why she was coming here? Then her embarrassment turned into dread. Just how many people had it figured out?
The girl did not comment on Furina’s worried face, she went on, “However, Father instructed us that if a white haired young lady has come looking for guidance, then to send her up to the office. Seeing how uneasy you have been, I assume you have something important to discuss with Father Arlecchino?”
Furina was not sure how to reply, “I….I….are you sure she was referring to me?”
The girl nodded her head, “Quite positive.”
Furina considered her options. For some reason, she couldn’t help but feel that there was no turning back should she choose to meet the priest. The unease from before only intensified. Unknowingly, she had wrapped her arms around herself due to the sudden coldness she had become aware of.
The girl tilted her head to the side, “If you do not wish to have an audience with Father, I will let her know-”
“I-I want to see her!” Furina said suddenly, “Please lead the way.”
The girl nodded her head and turned around, “Follow me.”
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They stopped outside a pair of closed wooden doors.
“I hope you can receive the peace and guidance you have come here for.” Was all the girl said before turning around and disappearing around the corner of the corridor.
Gingerly, Furina knocked on the door. Anticipation and nerves twisting in the pit of her stomach. What was she even expecting? She wasn’t sure, but there was a weird intuition that she was bound to discover something today. Something new and big.
“Come in.” The same sultry familiar voice spoke.
Swallowing down her nervousness, the white-haired woman stepped into the room. The first thing she noticed was the large wooden desk placed against the window, stacks of papers neatly arranged on it. Along with an ink bottle and a paper weight. It was emptier than she expected.
The next thing she noticed was the priest herself, standing next to the window, staring down at the folk of people leaving the church after the sermon. The evening sun was setting. To Furina’s eyes, the setting rays of the sun shone from behind the priest’s head, reminding her of the halos she had seen angels have in paintings and murals. When the priest’s head turned a little, her gaze moving to catch Furina’s presence in the room, a hint of a smile appeared on the taller woman’s face. Furina felt her face grow hot and her heart beat faster. This is it, isn’t it? What she wanted all along? A chance to examine this mysterious woman up close. A chance to prove to herself she wasn’t crazy. A chance to uncover the truth.
“Father Arlecchino,” She tries, but her voice comes out as a whisper.
“My dear lady Furina.” The priest turns to face her fully, the imaginary halo of sunset light still shining behind her.
She takes a step forward, “Within the privacy of these walls, you need not refer to me by a title that holds no meaning to you.”
Furina does not step back, though the gleam in Arlecchino’s eyes leaves her trying not to tremble in place. She looks away, casting her gaze everywhere except on the woman in front of her.
“Are you saying I can simply call you Arlecchino?” The name was a mouthful, but it was still better than calling her Father Arlecchino.
“Indeed,” Arlecchino’s hand reached to gently hold Furina’s jaw, “I am asking you to, in fact.”
Furina’s mouth felt dry. She knew what was happening. She could stop it if she wanted. Step away, push the priest’s hand away. The priest’s gaze told her that. That this is the only chance she would get to turn back.
But she did not want to. She had come too far. And deep within, she knew she craved it too.
And so she fixes her wide, blue eyes on Arlecchino’s face, a determined cue that she wasn’t turning back. Amusement danced in Arlecchino’s eyes as she released Furina’s chin and smiled, leaning close to whisper in Furina’s ear,
“You are a bold one, Miss Furina,” Her breath was cold, tickling the strands of Furina’s hair, sending a shiver down her spine. She held back a squeak when she felt Arlecchino’s cold hand rest on her neck, stroking her skin, “You are aware of the big bad wolf lurking in the woods and yet you approach it willingly.”
“W-wolf?” Furina stuttered.
Arlecchino’s voice sounded right next to her ear, “Tell me. What do you think?”
“What I think?” Furina repeated.
“Yes, tell me, what is it that you think you know about me?”
Furina took a deep breath. So this is happening.
“You are not human.” It was a struggle to not have her words tangle up while speaking. Arlecchino finally pulled back to look at Furina and placed a hand underneath her chin,
“How perceptive,” Arlecchino said with a smile, admitting it so easily. Furina tried to keep her hands from shaking.
“Any guesses?” She prompted the shorter woman. Furina shook her head, as much as she could while her jaw was held by Arlecchino at least.
.
Arlecchino’s smirk grew wider, exposing her teeth, or more specifically, the inhumanely long fangs that now protruded from her mouth.
Furina’s heart dropped. The aura around the priest had changed in an instant. The sunset painting her as an angel of the lord was gone, all that was left behind Arlecchino was boundless darkness. Furina’s instincts were screaming at her to run. Get away and never come back. But beneath her instincts was an unusual desire to stand her ground despite the fear coursing through her entire body. It’s not like she could get far, Arlecchino was already holding her face with one hand.
“Are you going to kill me?” She asked, trying not to sound afraid and failing.
“Kill you?” Arlecchino’s face momentarily morphed into surprise before returning to her inhumane smirk, “Darling you don’t think I would have stalled this long just to kill you, do you?”
It was a reasonable statement. If she really wanted to kill Furina, she could have done it anytime.
“Then,” Furina’s voice wavered, “Why did you want me here?” she both dreaded and anticipated the answer.
Arlecchino’s voice went even lower than usual, “Why did you come to seek me, lady Furina?” she asked in a knowing voice.
Furina’s cheeks flamed up red, “I…..” She tried but couldn’t come up with a coherent reason, “I couldn’t help it.” She finally admitted, embarrassed.
Arlecchino let go of her, “I see. Well, my reason is just as simple. I find you simply irresistible.” Her eyes darkened as she said that, a quick glance on Furina’s throat and then immediately moving to meet her eyes, “Do you know what I am?”
Furina hesitated. Somehow saying it out loud would make it all feel too real. Still she opened her mouth, “A vampire.”
Arlecchino nodded, “And vampires feed on human blood but of course you knew that. Now as for your presence-”
“So you only wanted me for my blood?” Furina said suddenly, Arlecchino could sense the disappointment clearly in her tone.
“You sound disappointed,” Arlecchino remarked.
“I-well!” Furina was so embarrassed she wanted to die. Putting aside her concerns for her life, she had come here expecting something vastly different. And well, looks like she may have misunderstood some actions.
But all her thoughts simply halted when she heard a low chuckle, and then Arlecchino reached out to hold her wrist, the touch cold against Furina’s burning skin. She lifted it to her mouth and Furina was nearly expecting her to bite into it when instead all the vampire did was plant a small kiss in the inside of her wrist, “I should have been more clear,” She said apologetically and pulled Furina forward, making the shorter fall against her in surprise. A hand wrapped around Furina’s waist and she lifted her head to see that something had changed in Arlecchino’s eyes. It was an expression she couldn’t understand at all.
“All the people here….they are like a flock of sheep, don’t you think?” The priest said in a low voice.
“Hm?” Furina wasn’t sure where this was going. All she could focus on was how her body was pressed against the other woman’s and the feeling of her wrist and waist being held by Arlecchino’s hands.
Arlecchino continued, a faraway look in her eyes, “These sinners who wish to purge themselves of their sins by prayers and confessions but repeat the same actions again and again. A monotonous bunch always going with what the crowd does. They are no different than a flock of mindless sheep. And serve their purpose of feeding those above them in the food chain too.” At this, Arlecchino’s smile turned cold and Furina knew what she meant.
“You kill people.” Furina wasn’t sure if it was normal to be this calm when stating something so deranged.
There was a flicker in Arlecchino’s eyes, “I kill vermin.” She said calmly.
“Sheep are not vermin.” Furina pointed out, as if they weren’t talking about actual humans and not sheep.
“No,” Arlecchino agreed, “That is why I do not kill the sheep. What a waste of food that would be. But when a sinner is irredeemable, they are no longer a sheep but vermin. A pest to be eliminated.”
Furina shivered in Arlecchino's arms, she decided she did not want to go into the specific of this, “So that is all we are to you. A flock of sheep to feed on?” An unhappy feeling rose in her heart.
“And to guide.” Arlecchino added, “Afterall the Lord’s sheep need a shepherd, no?”
Furina swallowed. This rhetoric was making her uncomfortable, “So why did you single me out? Is it because I am a new “sheep”? Something fresh?” She couldn’t keep the resentment out of her voice, quite daring, considering the hands wrapped around her could end her life in a flash.
“Oh my, finally a relevant discussion.” Arlecchino’s hand moved from Furina’s wrist to hold her chin between her fingers, making sure she looks right into her eyes as she spoke the next words, “You are no sheep, Miss Furina,” A hungry look entered her eyes, an eager glint, “You are a dove. So pure and innocent, a singled out, lovely being. Not a part of the flock. I knew it the day I first laid my eyes on you, and felt it even more every time you were close to me. It is not just your blood, which I have no doubt is delectable,” she licked her lips as if just the presence of Furina was making her hungry.
“P-pardon?” This was all too much, Furina’s head was spinning, “A-a dove?”
“Yes,” Arlecchino’s hold on her tightened, her eyes widening in want. Furina was more than a little scared. This was a look so unlike her usual expression, “My little white dove,” Arlecchino continued, cupping her cheek, “Tell me, does your curiosity burn as deep as my desire?”
Furina bit her lower lip in thought. Arlecchino waited patiently.
“You were bold in telling me all this. What if I expose you to the village?” Furina said, heart pounding. Would Arlecchino get angry at her audacity?
But the vampire only smiled, “What a naive little dove you are. Do you think the people of this little village would believe an outsider over a priest they have relied on for years?”
That was true. But it wasn’t like Furina would actually do it. She was just curious about Arlecchino’s response.
“Also, I know you wouldn’t do it,” Arlecchino whispered close to her, “You are just as drawn to me as I am to you. You hide it and mask it as curiosity,” her lips brushed against Furina’s neck,
“But I can smell your want. Your longing.”
“Oh,” Furins knew her face couldn’t get any hotter. She had been an open book to the priest from the beginning.
“So tell me,” Arlecchino’s voice sounded more attractive than usual with her mouth so close to Furina’s and her lips curled into a knowing smile, “Do you want it?”
Furina swallowed, finding no words. So she let her action dictate her answer. She moved her face forward and closed the distance between them by sealing her lips against Arlecchino’s.
There was no doubt the vampire was surprised by the initiative, but her surprise barely lasted a moment before her hand dug into Furina’ waist and her mouth pushed back against the other woman’s. Furina’ hands reached up to hold the fabric of Arlecchino’s robes on her shoulder and her holds tightened as the vampire’s kiss deepened. Arlecchino’s lips were cooler than a human’s but the heat she felt as her mouth parted and the latter slid her tongue inside was real. Furina was sure she would run out of breath soon but the sensation was too good. She did not want to stop, she wanted more. She tiptoed to push her mouth even more fiercely against Arlecchino’s, hearing a pleased hum from the priest before parting and yelping in surprise when she felt herself being picked up. Furina’s face was flushed and her breathing was coming out in pants. Arlecchino looked normal, save for the saliva on her lips. Furina’s no doubt. The shorter woman blushed.
“Pardon me,” Arlecchino said as she carried Furina across the room to seat her on her wooden desk, “But I do believe this will be more comfortable.”
“Are-are you sure, there are papers and everything.” Furina stammered doubtfully.
Arlecchino smiled and pushed the stack of papers to the floor, “This is good.” She said before capturing Furina’s lip in another heated kiss. This time, Arlecchino did not go smooth and slow, her mouth was fiercer and nipped her Furina’s lips and jaw, earning a little grunts and moans from the shorter woman, which only served to fuel her companion’s want. Arlecchino’s hands traveled up her legs and rested on her thighs, the sharp nails digging into her delicate white skin. Furina barely registered the pain when she was drowning in the feeling of cold lips along her neck, biting and sucking, sometimes teasing and licking.
“Are you….” Furina panted as she felt Arlecchino’s hand reach up to unbutton her shirt, “Are you going to feed on me?” She repressed a moan when she felt the taller woman’s hand slide under her inner shirt and cup her breast.
Arlecchino continued to bite and suck at her neck, “Not yet, little dove,” she said in a voice tinged with a restlessness so unlike her. She wanted to dig her fangs into this beautiful woman’s throat right then and there, but she knew she had to resist the urge. It wasn’t time yet.
Arelcchino’s movements were confident and low, Furina was completely undressed before she even knew it. Arlecchino’ hands traced over every curve and dip in her body, making her shiver and whine in impatience.
“Beautiful.” The priest murmured against Furina’ skin, sucking and kissing. Furina was lying on her back on her table, her hands in Arlecchino’s hair as the woman continued to bite and kiss her collarbone. Her clawed hands moved from clutching Furina’s waist to brush a nail against her erect nipple, a pleasured cry spilling from the smaller woman’s mouth.
“Careful, darling. We are still within holy walls, what if someone hears you?” Even as she spoke those words, Arlecchino’s sharp smile did not waver.
Furina panicked. She hadn’t considered that before. But she barely had a moment to think about it when a flick against her nipple had her squirming and moaning. Realisation struck her halfway through and she quickly covered her mouth with her forearm. When she felt Arlecchino’s cool, wet tongue against her other nipple, she tightened her grip on Arlecchino’s hair while muffling her cries of bliss with her other hand.
Arlecchino found it very amusing and cute. She did not need to tell Furina that no one dared enter the floor Arlecchino’s office was on without prior permission. Watching her squirm and try to hold back her moans was quite entertaining and by that, she meant adorable.
“A-Arlecchino….” Furina panted, “Please…..” Her face was red and her eyes pleading. Arlecchino knew what she wanted. And oh she will give it to her.
The taller woman got onto the table to hover over Furina, she licked her lips, her eyes glowed as she regarded her prey for the night. Ah perhaps that wasn’t right, she was not like the others. Furina was special. She was made for her. Arlecchino knew because the fragrance of her blood was so unlike anything she had ever encountered.
Without wasting another moment, she parted the shorter woman’s legs. A blush bloomed beautifully over Furina’s face when she saw how hungrily Arlecchino’s eyes were fixed on between her legs. She knew she was already soaking down there. She couldn’t help it. The touches and kisses were too much. She had been aroused beyond reason by the moment Arlecchino had pressed her mouth against hers.
“How pretty,” Arlecchino commented as she ran a finger down her heat, making Furina squirm and ache. The teasing, it was delaying what she really wanted. Her breaths were heavy and ragged, her hands now pressing firmly against the surface of the table, “Hurry….” She whined.
“Patience dear,” Arlecchino said simply before running her finger up and down Furina’s folds, circling with her nails and making Furina almost bite her hand out of frustration. And then without a warning, she flicked a finger against Furina's clit making the other arch her body and spew the loudest, lewdest moan Arlecchino had heard from her so far. She had to swallow the saliva building up in her mouth on hearing the beautiful sound. Not yet . She reminded herself.
“Do you like that, little dove?” She asked as she gently pressed against the little bud, making Furina cry in both pleasure and frustration,, “A-Arle- ngh- d-dont tease me- ah~”
“Oh but the sounds you make are so lovely, my little dove,” Arlecchino said with a glint in her eyes. She rubbed her finger over the liquid coating Furina’s pretty little hole and lifted a finger to admire it. She watched Furina right in the eye as she put the finger inside her mouth and licked it clean.
Furina was at a loss of words, “I….that-”
“Delicious, dear. But barely enough, I should get a proper taste.” And before Furina could say anything, Arlecchino had already gotten off the table to hold Furina’s thighs in place before her head went down to rest between her legs. She didn’t get right into it and Furina did not know whether to be thankful for that or not. She felt soft, ticklish kisses along the inside of her thighs, followed by nipping and sucking. It felt incredible. She was reveling in the feeling when a sudden apprehension rose at the sharpness of another bite.
“You won’t……you won’t bite me there, would you?” She felt a bit silly asking the question but the concern was genuine.
“Hm?” She caught Arlecchino’s amused look, she smiled as her mouth neared Furina’s cunt, “Should I?”
“No!” Furina said quickly and felt embarrassed when Arlecchino only chuckled. Of course she wasn’t serious. Who would even-
Furina’s train of thought was cut short when she felt Arlecchino’s tongue lick the fluids off her skin, following the same path her finger had earlier. Furina gasped and exhaled, her skin and heart tingling in anticipation for what was to come.
She didn’t need to wait long, Arlecchino tightened her hold on Furina’s thighs as her tongue entered her slick, wet hole, licking the wall as it ventured deeper.
Furina’s attempt to muffle her moans had been long forgotten, so she barely registered how loud her voice was when she felt the other woman’s tongue enter her so perfectly, her voice only grew needier as she felt Arlecchino’s fingers hold her clit and rub it around in a pleasurable synchrony with her tongue all the way into Furina’s heat.
The stimulation from both the sensations made her throw her head and cry out in a manner she had never before, and her head was filled with how enjoyable the feelings were. The pleasure, the heat, the liquids coating her body, the warmth inside. Everything was so much and she knew she was devouring every moment of it.
When she felt the movement of Arlecchino’s tongue inside her, Furina wanted to move her body, the building up of pleasure being too much for her to be able to keep still. But Arlecchino’s tight hold around her waist kept her grounded, only being able to arch her back and move her hands back and forth restlessly.
The fast paced, thrusts of her tongue, pleasuring Furina in every spot she wanted, the slow movement of her fingers around her clit, those eyes burning into her skin. Furina felt like her head was filled with cotton. And all that she could feel was heat and pleasure.
“I-aghh,” Her words barely escaped her tongue in between her cries, “...Close….” She choked out and couldn’t help but feel like the admission had greatly pleased the woman tonguing her, who increased her pace and tightened her one-armed grip.
With one especially deep thrust, Furina felt herself spilling all over. How embarrassing. She thought as her clouded eyes landed on the face of the woman now withdrawing from between her legs to fix her with a satisfied look as Furina’s fluids dripped down her tongue. With barely any hesitation, Arlecchino closed her mouth and swallowed it.
“Delicious, Miss. Furina, as expected.” She said as her fingers made their way back to Furina’s cunt. Furina had barely registered the effects of her orgasm, when she felt a pair of fingers pushed into her hole again.
Her voice wavered and shook as she sang cries of pleasure with the new thrusts going in and out of her body again. She could already feel a new heat building up in her body as her hips rocked back and forth with the rhythm of Arlecchino’s finger. Sweat clung to her skin and there was stickiness between her thighs but she could hardly care about all that. When the fingers inside of her, now three of them, were mercilessly thrusting in and out of her at a pace she had never experienced before but also couldn’t deny that she enjoyed it. Arlecchino’s thrusts remained steady as she leaned forward to hover over Furina again.
“Enjoying it, Miss. Furina? Do you want to come?” As she spoke those deep, low words in Furina’s ear, the intensity of her thrusts slowed down, throwing Furina’s head and body into another disarray at the sudden change in speeds. Arlecchino’s thumb slid up and down on Furina’s clit as the woman underneath her shook and pleaded, “Nghh….faster…please…..agh….”
Arlecchino chuckled, “You didn’t answer my question,” Her other hand gripped Furina’s neck in place, enough to not choke the smaller woman, as Arlecchino licked a long trail along Furina’s throat, right along her pulsating vein. Furina had a vague idea of what was to happen. Her body grew even more restless with the anticipation of the upcoming pleasure.
She squirmed and rocked her hips against Arlecchino's fingers, trying to hasten the pace and chase after the friction herself. Arlecchino did not like that. Her hand on Furina’s neck went down to grip her hips and stopped any movement of her altogether. Furina whined, “Please…..I am so….” She cried as Arlecchino rubbed another pleasing circle on her clit, “....close.” She managed to choke out.
“I know dear,” Arlecchino said soothingly as she planted soft kisses on her throat, “But I deserve my reward too, no? For pleasuring you so much, hm?”
Furina swallowed and nodded briefly.
Arlecchino smiled against her skin, “So will you let me have it? Don’t worry, you will get what you need soon enough too.”
She felt the movement of Furina’s skin under her mouth as the woman gulped again and the vibrations on her throat as she spoke the next words, “Y-you can have it…”
“What a good darling,” Arlecchino’s voice seemed extremely pleased. Furina couldn’t pay attention to it for long when the thrusts of Arlechino’s fingers suddenly grew faster and more brutal out of nowhere. The unexpected change had Furina reeling and reaching out with her hands to wrap around Arlecchino, her nails digging into the latter’s robed back as the slick sounds of fingers slapping into her cunt amidst her panting and Arlecchino’s heavy breathing clouded her senses.
She was so close….but Arlecchino wasn’t letting her come. She knew which spots would make Furina keel over and fall apart completely but she was deliberately avoiding them, making Furina cry out in frustration and need.
“Patience, darling.” Furina heard for the nth time but she was losing it. She could hardly bear it anymore.
She opened her mouth for another whine of protest when her words were all robbed away by the sensation of something sharp sinking into her skin. More specifically, it was the feeling of pure bliss that enveloped her simultaneously with the vampire’s fingers finally hitting every single spot within her heat while also sucking the life blood out of her. She was being devoured by the very woman holding her and making her scream in pleasure and yet all she could think about was the feeling raking her entire body, making her shudder and orgasm and moan like she had never before. Her finger tightened into the fabric of the priest’s robes while her body begged for the feeling to never end. She had already orgasmed twice during their activities but the feelings that racked her insides from the blood being drained in her throat to the heat in between her legs, everything screamed for her to crave more. Arlecchino’s fingers had slowed down again after Furina’s spill but Furina wasn’t done. Still panting and moaning, she pushed her hips back and forth on those digits, hoping the other woman would get the message.
And Arlecchino did, she was equally amused and aroused at the actions. Her teeth dug deeper, making Furina moan louder, her fingers increased the pace once again. She did not go easy this time. While her thumb mercilessly abused the small pink organ above her hole, her other hand pinched and twisted Furina’s nipple, all the actions making the smaller woman twist and cry in pleasure.
Furina’s back arched off the wooden surface again as the feeling of white hot pleasure shot through her system, her legs were soaked in her own slick as Arlecchino thrusted a few more times to help Furina ride out her orgasm. When her fingers finally left her hole, there was a long trail of slick connecting her fingers and Furina’s vulva, the latter’s legs still spread wide apart as she breathed in and out slowly and heavily, her head still filled with the lingering touches and the heavy waves of pleasure she had experienced earlier.
Furina barely registered when Arlecchino had stopped sucking her blood until she felt a soft wet tongue lick the side of her neck, no doubt chasing after the trail of the red liquid seeping from the two small puncture marks on her neck. With one final bite, albeit a softer and not one that would pierce her skin and a soft kiss, Arlecchino finally pulled back to admire her work on the woman underneath her. Furina’s skin was still flushed bright red from all of their activities and there were small, red marks left behind from Arlecchino’ mouth all over her body. Her chest was heaving and her eyes were half-closed, as if in a daze.
Arlecchino leaned down to gently hold Furina’s face, “Still here with me, darling?”
Furina weakly nodded, “That was….” She couldn’t quite find the word to describe it.
“You must be tired,” She heard Arlecchino say, “Let me take you somewhere to rest.”
That made Furina jolt in surprise, and immediately regret the action because the pain made her wince, “W-wait I am still naked. I need to-” She paused midway through as she watched Arlecchino pick her clothes off the floor and paused to look at her questioningly, “-dress up? Yes, I am aware I wasn’t going to simply let you walk out like that.” A teasing lilt in her smile as she spoke.
Furina flushed, embarrassed. She tried to ignore her embarrassment by getting off the table to pick her undergarments off the floor and put them on as Arlecchino handed her her remaining clothes with a very gentlemanly smile.
“It is late. You should stay the night at my house.”
Furina realised that Arlecchino’s fangs were still visible as she spoke to Furina. She cannot find it within herself to refute the offer.