In the cozy, secluded room, the two faced one another. Astrid's calm voice reached Lyra's ears, and as soon as she heard those words, a faint blush spread across the pink-haired girl's cheeks. Her cherry-colored hair, no longer supported by her hand, gently swayed in the warmth of the room's light.
"That kind of thing... has nothing to do with being uptight!" Lyra defended under her breath while sliding her legs back. The soft calves sheathed in milk-colored thigh-highs pressed against the solid wooden seat; the thin white fabric clung to her skin and grew slightly translucent, a pale pink beneath the white.
Astrid's lips curved into a faint smile at Lyra's words. She uncrossed her elegantly folded legs and nudged her glossy black high-heeled shoe forward, letting its toe brush casually against the tip of the other's dress shoe.
"I think there is a bit of a connection,"
