For the Star Gazer, desire was - not simple, but bright. Like a nova, vast and layered. Enough to carry someone else along.

But, in this moment, she was carrying Konoka, and that felt like enough for both of them. Part of the chair curled, taking a more intimate pose. The pressure line moved to squeeze the girl's thighs and arms.

Nothing penetrative, not yet; this was simply to establish presence.