Yeah? [ Her touch travels up, massaging, squeezing, flattening over Aki's stomach, feeling the twitch of her muscles reacting to the sensation. She could mistake her for fighting against it. ] What about it?

[ With Aki's insistence leading Denji, she shifts the vibrator, watching her nub redden like the cracked pit of a fruit with the direct pulsations, a pale slick already generously coating the head. Technically, that sight could be answer alone to her question, but that isn't what she's talking about here. ]

I mean — how's it feel? Compared to when I do it. Can't really touch you like that… [ A pout pushes at her lips, her thumb playing with the toy's controls — she doesn't really know her way around this thing, but it seems her tapping is met with success. She can feel the vibrations more harshly through the handle now, tingling her fingers — it almost sounds like one of her chainsaws, purring with the strength of something that can cut through anything. ] Or make ya feel like this.