Mugen made an interesting claim. That Anais's internal voice, was connected to him, along with the rest of her, Ailen and the Goddess Miwa. Given how mana transfers worked in general she could understand the man's connection to his goddess wife and one of her other husbands. That being said, that connection to her didn't seem to be something that made a lot of sense, except for the awakening of that darkness in the wake of his appearance. "That mostly makes sense..." Anais managed though she was still naturally skeptical. Just the same Ailen shared the idea that all of this group were likely to have her best interest at heart, even when they were outwardly more abrasive. "I'll keep it in mind. I have some odd friends so I can manage the personality differences for the most part," Anais stated. Her natural disposition was avoiding things, but she wasn't completely socially inept or anything of the sort and she could tell at least at base if someone was out to get her in a negative way so she would avoid passing judgement while trying to understand anyone she came across.
Anais heard Mugen's words about the pipe organ and light danced in her eyes. She knew one truth in this world, she'd found a kindred spirit. Someone who truly understood that whatever a pipe organ was, it was an evil thing. "That. Exactly that!" she said happily. Oh, and her own rant had been nothing to scoff at either. Miwa found herself watching the girl with a bemused expression. "I didn't think I'd see someone who would be so passionate about that sort of hatred," she said seemingly pleased that her husband had found someone to commiserate with. 'Yeah, it interests us!' claimed Anais's internal voice. Surprisingly Anais wouldn't even try to hide it. She was technically onboard with getting rid of pipe organs. Moving on though for just a moment, the goddess didn't know about a piano. And apparently Mugen didn't either. This was one of those things that was odd. Anais was sure if the holder of Forbidden Knowledge and the Goddess of Wisdom didn't know something it couldn't exist. But, both expressed interest and the nude man before her... seemed to want to know. "Ah, right... you want to know," she murmured seeming to think about it a bit. 'We're gonna make out with hot sensei!!~' she chimed happily. "Yeah, yeah..." she said. Ah, she was skittish but not completely out of sorts. That blush on her face remained, but as she stepped towards the man she realized he was still quite naked and erect. Given the positioning it would be most easy to accept his girth between the space of her thighs. That would likely be interesting considering Anais's fidgeting habit. Besides that, unlike Ailen this man wasn't so tall that she couldn't approach directly. She held in her mind everything about pianos, from construction, to design, to sound, to tuning. And she pressed their lips together slipping her very wet tongue into this man's mouth and allow her eyes to close as she tried to make sure he got all the information she had to give about pianos. Of course, in doing this, she would naturally begin to fidget moving her thighs a bit and rubbing his manhood between them as she did. It was natural for her to do, but she managed to keep her thoughts in line.
Charles and Sakura had something interesting going on. He was plunging with his lower half with near reckless abandon, while his upper body seemed so relaxed. It was such an interesting contrast that it only managed to add more flavor to the spillage which came into her womb the second time. What an interesting set of sensations. His tongue rubbed against hers, his tool nestled into her undercarriage, her arms wrapped around his body as her fingers rubbed along his back. Each and every movement she enjoyed and she left herself very open tot take. His current level of decisiveness was something Sakura would reward every time, and as such she was making sure he received all the associated pulses, tightening and slathering of associated body parts to add to his own sensations. Her body could easily reach climax more times than she could count and as such she allowed herself just to take in the feelings without any restraint, just as Charles emptied himself within her. Her legs were locked, there was no option to back out and funnily enough he didn't seem to want to take one anyway.