According to the Sex Devil, this yukata look might have been the purpose. As Martha inspected herself, she assumed this wasn't the case. "I am about as sure as I can be given my own areas of expertise," she managed. "Still, without the express knowledge of something's creator we can only approximate their reasoning," she finished up. In fact most history texts and all graphics from the time implied they were worn by much smaller women. Beyond that the repressed state of Japan said that women like Martha only avoided being called fat for being muscular and fit... otherwise she didn't fit the more 'generic' type of beauty enjoyed by the masses. Ah, but that didn't seem to matter at all... why? Well, the Sex Devil seemed to be quite interested. He claimed she should be gushed over, on... or in... "Those prepositions are really difficult to decide on, huh?" she asked with a blushing face. She really wasn't going to get over the amount of absolute shameless flirting this man was doing with her. "I'm something, not sure lucky is the right word..." she seemed to be quite playful in a sarcastic sort of way. A few moments later though, there would be a confession, according to the Sex Devil, this was on her... she'd wanted him when he'd shown up, and they could have done all their exchanges without touching each other but he'd not made that happen. Why? Well the answer was what they were doing at this hot spring. Well.... Martha was an honest person if nothing else.
"Assuming this came from me... yeah it had to have, it's on my bucket list. Actually, you might call it the start of the bucket list, before I knew sex could be disappointing..." she admitted somewhat bashfully. Ending up here with the Sex Devil was like... getting a fresh start on her own outlook, resetting her understanding back to what it could have been in one of her earliest memories of herself. She felt strangely, a bit tingling but not enough that she would immediately know why. "So, me and the Sex Devil, crossing the reason for my bucket list off my bucket list? Aggressively~" she questioned lightly. It wasn't as if she was interesting in turning him down or anything. She'd be lying if she claimed to not still feel the rather sudden exist of his person inside of her and her desire to be filled. Hell... there was water involved as well, so perhaps it could be a different sort of fun instead?
While Martha explained the places of her desire, Anais made a different sort of desire known. Or well, she was masking them as a study... which her mentor accepted. Anais was clever enough to know the elf truly wanted to understand the grail's contents... but she was also horny enough to only want to drink and have sex with him and as an after effect of that learn what he figured out. "Hai hai, I look forward to working with you on them, Shishou~" Anais said about their future endeavors. This was of course, only after their tongues had met by Ailen's own doing. Ah, but that wasn't the only shift. She'd asked him about shifting and he rather easily moved her body about. Turning her around and placing her beneath him without removing himself from her insides only to loom over her and begon moving his hips. She looked up at him, her eyes widening and her heartbeat speeding up immediately. 'I'm so small!' she squealed internally. 'We love it!' Sinais claimed. "Squee!~" a little giggle of delight escaped her and she could do nothing but relish in the sudden limber activity now being spearheaded by her mentor. If this was what he was like when he was drunk... she definitely wanted to do this again.
At the same time, Charles seemed to be happy with a wobbly visage. When asked about his feelings, he claimed that he'd thought the act he'd done dirty in his head, but the visual gave him a feeling that he could only describe with what he thought was the worst swear. Such an interesting reaction, Sakura couldn't help but smirk at him. The leaking fluids from the tip of his member would be drawing her in, she'd end up on her knees in front of him licking the tip of his cock coated in a combination of their fluids. "I think it isn't dirty... it's quite nice to cut loose a bit," she claimed as she did something about that dribble coming off him. Actually, she still had something she wanted to do, so... perhaps this would be a good way to get the rest of it. Besides that the lad still wobbly on his feet seemed like he would be fun to tease, she had no reason to avoid what she was doing.