Nina's cheeks burnt, the vulnerability of his request making her heart race. "That's so...Embarrassing and v-vulgar, Kafka." She whispered, her voice trembling as her fleshy insides instinctively tightened around the sphere. "I can't believe you want me to do this."
"But I really do want to see that sight, Nina." Kafka replied softly, his hand warm and steady on her lower back. His voice was like molten honey, rich and calming. "The sight that you're showing me right now is simply too captivating for me to not witness more of it...And trust me when I say that not a single part of you is vulgar, Nina, as a woman who is meant to be the Goddess of the Forest because of how beautiful you are, simply has no impurity whatsoever."
