Princess was abusing hotel amenities. A tub soak wasn't something she got very often and she usually avoided public baths for the sake of not having to run into any one who might recognize her potentially. Even so, she noted more than a few oddities about Kusanagi. That thing he did with his hand for instance, was quite strange. She wondered if he was on something and had the shakes... she'd seen a few drug addicts and traumatized people who couldn't keep their cool. But she almost didn't want to think about what would give a man with nerves like his the shakes. Instead she blinked again. 'I should get a touch up on my hair again. Maybe I'll do that when I make it out here... treat myself and take a trip to the beach and everything...' she thought. 'Assuming of course, I am not about to become the fall guy for a hit. Or even just a more extensive abuse target...' she thought absently. 'Actually, that didn't really feel like abuse. I wonder if I'll get to cum again? Now that I'm not freaking out about it... it felt nice,' she finished her line of thought while hearing that window open and knew something strange was happening. Whatever, it wasn't her business. If she wasn't actually dead, questioning the work of a hitman would probably be a good way to end up dead.

In the meantime, the staring Miko was soon confronted. They'd made it out of the hotel and back into his car without incident. Beyond that point though... there was the matter of a certain look which Hiruko seemed to be able to interpret from Miko with relative ease. She managed to blush and look like a child caught doing something bad. "Yeah, a bit. Am I that easy to read?" she wondered aloud. Ah, but she wasn't the only one impatient. Hiruko admitted being so as well, and spoke of potentially getting a penthouse at the casino as well... "That sounds crazy, but I won't complain about potential privacy and more time to enjoy," she said clearly. "Though I am already thinking about it," she mused. There was a problem with Miko and it was mostly the way her brain functioned. ADHD made her hyper fixate and then she had OCD which made her obsess over the things she hyper fixated on. Speaking of more time to enjoy that little droplet of drool was becoming something a bit closer to a streak. Perhaps she should go for a little more. "Hiru-nii♫!~" she sang his name as her hand came to rest against his manhood in his pants which she was acutely aware of for several reasons. "You can drive as long as I don't go too crazy right?" she asked as the deviance playout in her brain. If she got in a quick ride they could both be happy and she could get a good filling before her friend showed up to take her turn as it were.