"So older girls is your type..." she mused softly to herself.
Allura knew a little bit more than she used to. It still didn't tell her what she was supposed to be doing now, though. Did Ahayla expect her to be the one to do things, even though she didn't know what to do?
"I wear earplugs even when I perform on stage. Music is an impairment to my dancing."
Why was that hard to understand? Music was just noise. It had nothing to do with dancing, especially ballet. Then Ahayla was doing things to her neck again, making her release a breathy little moan and squirm against her.
"You are s-supposed to k-kiss lips," she protested.