[ She presses into the kiss, pleased, eyes falling shut. A small noise makes its way out of her throat as Kohime's movement presses into Sabre, too, but then her ear is angling into Kohime's whisper. A shiver running down her spine.

She breaks the kiss to counter-quip, obviously. ]

Mmm~ you would look good on a throne.

[ It comes out breathier than intended. #isthisnarcissism ]

You'd have to get used to me in your lap, though.