[ Denji looses a half-distraught noise at Aki's absence, hand pawing uselessly at the air where she was once perched. Just as she's pushing up on an elbow, she gets a eyeful of vibrator; she stares at it, mouth pulled back, as if Aki whipped her across the face with the toy. ]
…You're not gonna let me touch you?
[ Is she trying to say that the vibrator could do a better job of making her feel good? Though she continues staring, expression complicated, Denji does unwillingly take hold of it, testing its lift with a light waver of her hand. ]
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…You're not gonna let me touch you?
[ Is she trying to say that the vibrator could do a better job of making her feel good? Though she continues staring, expression complicated, Denji does unwillingly take hold of it, testing its lift with a light waver of her hand. ]