The kitsune has been improving greatly with her dance - not that she had ever been bad to begin with, but there is a fluidity to her motions which Kagura had not seen as much of at their first meeting. It’s interesting, the coincidences of this world: two kindred spirits, born out of unnatural circumstances, meeting over a mutual adoration for the dancing arts. Kagura would almost call it a destined encounter - almost, although she’s not even certain if she believes in the notion herself.“There you have it.” She encourages now. “Gently, gently - think of a lover’s tender touch.”This causes the kitsune to pause in her rehearsal, and Kagura is just about to ask why when she realizes. But of course. Priestesses are meant to remain virgin and pure for their whole lives, and such an open mention of sexual activities would not be welcome in even a yokai court. This, however, brings naught more than a grin to the witch’s face.She stands, making her way over to where the other female had been dancing just moments before. “Sort of like —”Kagura’s manicured fingers trace down her companion’s jawline, leaving a light, tingling sensation in their wake as she moves the other’s head up to face her own. Then, leaning down, the sorceress just barely brushes her lips over the miko’s, an ephemeral touch to leave the faintest of sensations on both of them. This light, almost forbidden contact immediately works its way into Kagura’s brain, leaving perhaps a desire for more in its wake.“— That.”Perhaps. But, this would not be the first time the sorceress has withheld the full extent of the information.[ sorry it’s a bit short but I didn’t want to intrude on her character too much! ]