When the young man would open his door, what he would come to find on his bed would be the very essence of sensual.
It would be the very epitome of sexy, and alluring, and attractive…
And… he’d definitely want her right away, just as the magazine— still laying on the floor— had said he would. … Or at least, the demonling, already having strewn herself across the unsuspecting young man’s bed, had hoped. The fledgling managed a coy smile in her target’s direction, a soft giggle escaping the parted tiers of her lips as she greeted him. “Welcome home, dear~”
'Dear?' Well, that's a new one, I guess...
Really, Estelle ought to know her human far better than this. At what point in the past had any of her seduction attempts ever succeeded? Several interrupted showers and the great whipped cream debacle later, Yuki expected the demonling to think it best to just give up and move on to some new, more compliant prey. So when the youth witnesses Estelle sprawled across his bed in naught but her skivvies and suggestively draped shirt, he gives her a momentary look before stepping past--
"... Do anything interesting while I was at wo--"
--and on to something that rustles underfoot. A magazine? One that he picks up and flips through and--
Oh.
"... Estelle...? What's this?" comes a reply that, even for Yuki, is decidedly flat. Her dirty little not-such-a-secret clasped in his hands, he half-turns towards where she perches on the bed, entirely prepared to hold it above his head and out of her reach if she tries to snatch for it... or if she gives him any answer that's less than satisfactory.
