It seemed Giyu would soon be encountering a curiosity of epic proportions. Moans and the like were simple signs of approval which fueled further advances, but he was fated to discover something else. As his hands continued traveling up the flesh of Tamamo's thighs, they eventually found their place upon her hips beneath that kimono. Strangely, he had yet to feel anything but skin against his palm. That wasn't right; he should have at least felt the additional fabric of undergarments against his fingertips, if nothing else. Had Tamamo discarded hers in preparation for this meeting? There was no display of magic that he was privy to, so maybe she did away with them on her way to their room. Alternatively... maybe she never had them in the first place. Either way, there was an amount of access that could not be ignored, and he had no intentions of ignoring it either. His lips continued applying themselves to her flesh while he moved down, a curved line of slightly dampened pecks being applied to the Kitsune's mostly-exposed bosom while his hands returned to her thighs. He would have her legs spread by his own hands, one of which would then forge a path toward her nether. A simple bout of nub-rubbing would occur, but that was far from his intended focus for the time being.