"Commando, huh?" she asks, amused as she tugs on a belt loop--she is not nervous of bare bodies, not at all--and moves her hand further down his waist. Her hands are oddly smooth, being encased in metal ninety-eight percent of the time, and she turns her head to rest her forehead on his temple as she extends her arm and rubs the vibrator along the ridge of his pubic bone.

"God, you're pale," Nori chuckles.