Part of her was... deeply, keenly aware of just how far things had gone, would still probably go. Earlier that day, she was just planting flowers with her. She'd only met her not that long before then. And there Accord was, stripping of her boots... her legs looked so nice...

The adjustments were made, and 6O let her hands trace over the lower zippers of her uniform, pulling them up and letting her skirt split. When Accord turned back around, she'd see 6O tenting up against her own tights, twitching in anticipation.

"R-ready..."