The tug to her hair causes those bright eyes to squint faintly as it shoots its own display of gorgeous swirling colors behind them. There’s a blink and then her face has been found firmly planted in the much-taller deity’s cleavage. And, despite it nearly touching her nose, she seems to miss the ruby sparkly amidst the confusion as to why she’s lost in a world of soft, white skin.
But then Fetish spins away and she struggles to follow. The world is hazy and light, and the twirling Goddess is a fairy in the daydream, complete with soft little kisses that tune her into childhood memories that are not her own. She giggles and lift the hand not grasped by the darker goddess, to run lightly along that cascade of soft, dark blue as it seems to forget how to settle again.
“Did you get into my pills again, honey?”
The question is soft and high, not concerned, just curious.