Naeku walked over to Aster and crouched down next to her head. "So? Ready to confess, yet?" she asked, smirking down at a blinking, fuzzy Aster. "We know our being here has nothing to do with Dawit, so why? In fact, I wonder how little you cared for him that you decided to use his death as an excuse to be here."
Aster was down on her back, though her hands were still cuffed behind her, so she was pushed up a little. She'd pulled her legs up, but they hung loose, exposing her leaking pussy.
Slowly, as Naeku's words penetrated her clearing mind, a grin began to spread across her pretty red lips. "W-What if I don't… know what you're talking about…?" she panted, her voice hoarse.
Seeing the grin on Aster's face, it was obvious she had stopped even pretending. Either her old friend truly never cared about Dawit, or she'd already mourned and moved on. Either way, her flippant attitude towards her deceased former fiancée kind of rubbed Naeku the wrong way.
