Lovers and Lockups: Tatsuta vs Litchi

[LunarOcean]

Match takes place in a ring with pillow-padded corners. There are candles that release aphrodasiacs hanging above the ring.

Bikini attire.

Submission/hentai match - opponent must be made to submit, KO'd, or orgasm.

Ground outside of the ring is full of ankle-deep warm water with various chemicals that increase warmth where it touches.

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Tatusta had to admit, LAW spared no expense and ludicrous was not a flaw in their dictionary. The walkway was the only conventional thing about the arena tonight but that eneded where little waves lapped against the steeel of the slope and Tatsuta's ankles were greeted by a disarming warmth. Her senses had already tingled with the scent that hung in the air, whispering to her senses and exciting her desires. Whatever voices urged her on remained hidden behind the smile that crept her features on her approach to the ring. The water surface provided ample lighting, highlighting the sensuous curvature in its dancing reflections formed from the tasteful lights above. It was not a glossy magazine sheen that illuminated the topography of smooth meat and the rolling hills of muscle peaking beneath. It as warm, an almost darkish bronze, candle-light flicker assisted by faded electric lighting that bathed her in an almost sleepy, entrancing aura.

For a second she seemed a more dainty figure than she truly was. Entering the ring and rising to her full height, the entranced crowd noticed how her torso rose above top ropes while the crown of her head just cleared that of the turnbuckles. She stood in a simple black bikini but there was no need for lavishness when her body spoke volumes of her character. Imposing height did not diminish the almost dancer's poise with which she walked and that underscored her every moment; one could almost imagine her hypnotically swaying in a ritualistic trance but they would have to be satisfied with the generous jiggle of chest and rump. Every inch of her welcomed all worshippers but the hard muscle beneath awaited her quarry and her personal entertainment-slash-competition for the night.

As Litchi entered, she would be greeted by a tilting head and a finger resting on a chin.

"My my, I'm served the entree immediately. Why don't you be a dear and dress yourself in the sauce on you before we start~?"

It was a little hard to make out Tatsuta's voice. The crowd was riled up by the sight of two exotic beauties but Litchi would be able to make out the melodious, almost sing-song character of her voice with ease.

"Or maybe, I could lather you up myself if you so desire."

[Ichi]

Note: This post might be revised later as the majority of this post was written while I was intoxicated.

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Before the match

     To be honest, Faye's current situation felt akin to constriction, as if she was wrapped in a python's crushing embrace. But that was not an unfamiliar feeling for Faye—in fact, the momentary reprieve she had felt not terribly long ago was more jarring for her. Faye's match against Lana De Tiānshàng had felt like a breath of fresh air, a deliverance from the maddening furloughing and run-arounds that she had gotten from LAW before. Getting that match, after being sidelined for months, truly felt like a change of fortunes for her. Yet, in retrospect, it was abundantly clear to Faye that she should not have assumed that the posterior would diverge from the prior

     The annotated sentence makes a very informal metaphor that ties into Bayes' theorem. The annotated sentence expresses—in a disgustingly obtuse and obfuscatory manner—the idea that Faye had assumed that her getting a match would imply that the underlying probability of her getting matches would be greater than before, only to later find out that her assumption might very well have been blatantly wrong.
     Put more mathematically, if "B" were the event "Faye got that match with Lana", and if "A" described some parameters related to the likelihood that Faye got a match, then Faye ended up assuming that the posterior probability distribution of "A" given "B" was more favorable with respect to actually getting matches rather than being irritatingly sidelined for long periods of time. In other words, Faye had thought that she would get more matches given that she got a match against Lana. However, later evidence that Faye received, namely her not receiving many matches after her match against Lana, resulted in Faye believing that her belief that getting that match with Lana implied more favorable odds of her getting matches was incorrect.

. After all, as Faye had received very few matches following her match with Lana, she could only conclude that it was likely that her fortunes had not, in fact, changed.
     All of this left Faye feeling empty. A deep facet of herself craved external acknowledgment, and had become near ravenous in the face of starvation. Even though Faye had poured her soul into peer reviewing, the thanks and recognition that she got seemed little more than a meager ration, the sort that would leave one perpetually starving while just barely staving off death. And her other avenue for recognition—LAW—only doled out lacking portions, giving her little recognition in exchange for a barely livable pittance.
     Faye was by no means a font of money—it was a painful reality, one that made the Maróczy bind

     Metaphorically speaking, a Maróczy bind is a situation where one's options are limited. The term has its origins in chess, where it refers to a particular configuration of white's pawns that limits black's options. Granted, chess motifs do not really fit Faye as she's much more of a mahjong player than a chess player.

she found herself in feel even tighter. Both academia and LAW felt oppressive and inhospitable to her. For Faye, the idea of going back to academia damn well nearly made her sick to her stomach. By comparison, while LAW felt more palatable to Faye than academia, Faye could not help but feel that she had even less agency in LAW. Given how few matches LAW actually offered her, Faye hardly had any option to decline what little LAW happened to throw her way. Faye rationalized this situation by appealing to her own proclivity towards lesbianism and martial arts, while simultaneously reminding herself that LAW—at the very least—did not make her feel as if a putrid mass of bile was building up in the back of her throat.
     Yet, Faye was painfully aware that LAW had little interest in building her up. After all, LAW had booked her against the hentai phenom Lana De Tiānshàng, and was now booking her against a woman named Tatsuta Murasaki who had 23 centimeters and 37 kilograms on her. It was the sort of sink-or-swim that Faye could expect from undergraduate weed-out classes, only five times worse. Such booking sent a clear message: LAW did not value her, and would get its pound of flesh from her. Regardless of whether Faye won or was rendered a mind-broken slut, cumming her brains out for the amusement of the libidinous LAW crowd, LAW itself would get its compensation. All of this was enough to temp Faye to return to academia—at least there, she could receive paltry and sporadic academic cunnilingus whenever she published a paper.
     But LAW offered Faye an opportunity to achieve attain something which she did not feel she could in academia: satisfying recognition. Faye felt that unless she wrote an "Attention Is All You Need"

     The "Attention Is All You Need" paper is a seminal (i.e. "very fucking influential") paper in machine learning. It introduced a new architecture, known as the "transformer", which ultimately formed the backbone of major AI large language models like ChatGPT. The transformer architecture led to a massive boom in the field of natural language processing, offering a major improvement over existing models using recurrent neural networks.
     Admittedly, for as ass-fistingly impactful as the "Attention Is All You Need" paper/transformer architecture was, even that momentous of a paper still stood on the shoulders of giants. The "Efficient Estimation of Word Representations in Vector Space" paper, which introduces the idea of word embeddings, was a major step that preceded the transformer architecture. The idea that words (e.g. "fuck" and "you") themselves could be encoded as vectors in a high-dimensional vector space was essential for the later development of the transformer.
     In hindsight, given that Faye's background is in physics/magnetohydrodynamics, it probably would have been better to reference one of Maxwell's seminal papers in electromagnetic theory, given that magnetohydrodynamics makes use of Maxwell's equations. For some reason, however, I chose to go with the more contemporary and less-fitting paper "Attention Is All you Need" for this passage.

, the most she could hope for would be to carve a small twig out of the tree of knowledge. The sort of twig that only a minority of people would ever see, and even a smaller subset would ever care about. Faye also knew better than to think that her natural attractiveness (e.g. her tits) would augment her academic career—if anything, such would just force her to work harder to be acknowledged.
     At the very least, LAW was honest. Unless one was stupidly obtuse, or perhaps physically ugly to the point of ego-protective denial, it was clear that attractiveness was blatantly valued. And, it was clear that such attractiveness could get one ahead. As much as it disgusted Litchi that such was the case with LAW, she at least found solace in the degenerate honesty and the fact that she herself was attractive enough to capitalize on the aforementioned shallowness. Moreover, at least in LAW, her appearance would augment her career, as opposed to detracting from it.
     These thoughts, however, were not at the forefront of Faye's mind at the moment. For now, they were well-traveled waters, their presence relegated to the background. What concerned Faye more was her opponent, and the details of the match. Despite having done her research on Tatsuta, Faye still felt as though she had an incomplete picture. She figured that Tatsuta was a submission specialist who gravitated towards more esoteric submissions—a far cry from the MMA-style submissions that she was used to. And the size advantage that Tatsuta had over her would likely prove troublesome.
     The setup of the ring added an extra layer of uncertainty, mainly of the biochemical variety. Not having competed in such conditions before, Faye felt uneasy: there was no knowing how the chemical-laden water and overhead aphrodisiac candles would affect her. The most she could do at this point was to test the waters—quite literally—and to limit her exposure until she figured out her tolerance...
     "You're up soon. Get ready," said a LAW stagehand, his head and torso peeking through the doorway of the women's locker room.
     The sudden incursion startled Faye, albeit not outwardly. In lieu of a physical reaction came an abrupt pause, her eyes meeting the form of the stagehand for several moments. A forced smile faded in as her eyelids gently shut.
     "Thank you," said Faye while subtly cocking her head to the right. "You do realize, however, that this is the women's lock—"
     The door slammed shut, sending a sharp, twangy thud reverberating though the confined locker room.
     "—er room," continued Faye, the smile disappearing from her face.
     Something told Faye "Litchi" Ling that this was only the beginning of her troubles.

     "AND NOW, STANDING AT 170 CENTIMETERS AND WEIGHING IN AT 58 KILOGRAMS—" Spotlights flashed to life, flooding the stage area in a reddish-pink light. "—INTRODUCING, THE ORIENTAL BEAUTY, FAYE 'LITCHI' LING!" The moment those words were finished, the speakers in the arena filled the air with a vaguely Asian-esque theme.

Start at 0:58 for replays.

     Hearing the words "ORIENTAL BEAUTY" scrape their way into her ears, Faye's expression jolted from from neutral and focused to wide-eyed and open-mouthed. Using that name in her debut match introduction had been distasteful enough, but LAW continuing to use it despite her protests was even worse. Indignation bubbled in her chest, reaching its boiling point when the sound of "her" entrance theme reached her.
     Even with the music, Faye could hear the sound of her upper and lower teeth clashing together as she slammed her jaw shut into a rigid clench. Her entire body stiffened, and her shoulders settled into a tense, yet limited, shake. She let out a sharp exhale, the hiss of air rushing through her teeth emanating from her lips.
     "Get out there, no—"
     "I know," snapped Faye with a snarl, not even bothering to look at the interjecting stagehand behind her. Faye's right leg engaged, sending her forward into a hasty, yet deliberate stride, her long, silky hair trailing her form. With each additional step, she maintained a brisk, hurried pace, quickly closing the gap between herself and the stage entrance. Despite the darkness, Faye knew where to head: the harsh, reddish-pink light from the stage area that diffracted its way backstage and the ambient roar of the crowd served as her guiding star.

     The moment Faye crossed into the arena, Faye winced as her eyes adjusted to the brilliance of the arena. But a few hard blinks later, Faye returned to normal, her face settling into a scowl and arms crossing. Her eyes briefly scanned the area, glancing over the rows of audience members surrounding the ring. She looked ahead, head at a slight downward tilt, visually walking down the inclined slope in front of her as she physically made her way towards the entrance ramp. Continuing along its trajectory, her vision settled on the ring area.
     The sight induced a raised eyebrow in Faye—what she saw was not orthogonal

     The phrase "not orthogonal" was being used abstractly to mean "not entirely dissimilar" or "having some similarities". However, "orthogonal" is mainly a mathematical term. In certain mathematical contexts, the term "orthogonal" can often be thought of as meaning "perpendicular"—e.g. perpendicular lines, perpendicular surfaces, et cetera. A more general treatment of orthogonality would consider two vectors in a vector space equipped with a bilinear or sesquilinear form to be orthogonal if said form maps those two vectors to the zero element of the field over which the vector space is defined. To illustrate, Euclidean space in three-dimensions provides a nice example of orthogonality by way of the dot product. It can be seen that the dot product is a bilinear form on that vector space and that taking the dot product of two spatially perpendicular vectors in that space gives one the real number zero.

to that of a typical LAW ring setup. However, the extra additions, while expected, still formed an odd sight. Ankle-deep water surrounded the ring, showing reflections from the overhead lights that slightly distorted with residual ripples, presumably caused by her opponent's entrance. The corners of the ring had pillows in lieu of its regular padding, and the flickering lights of suspended candles danced in the distance across Faye's vision.
     With her eyes already drawn to candles above the ring, it only took a moment for Faye to catch sight of one of the various overhead displays around the arena, which displayed an image of her. Even behind her wide-brimmed straw hat and the glare of her glasses, her scowling face was apparent, as was her sublimely ample chest, which was accentuated by her crossed arms.
     Like a stop sign noticed just in time, the sight gave Faye a sudden pause, her body locking into a torpor right as her left foot met the top of the entrance ramp. A chilling wave manifested in Faye's scalp, propagating down her head and spine before decaying sharply once it hit her thighs—even the comfortable warmth of the arena's air against her bare skin did little to attenuate this wave. She inhaled sharply, her body stiffening as her skin became a matrix of goosebumps.
     As infuriated as Faye was over the menagerie of slights she had suffered thus far, she realized that had a job to do—it was unbefitting of a LAW hentai wrestler to walk out with a scowl. Perhaps that would have been something she could have gotten away with if she was established in her position. But, as LAW had made poignantly clear to her, she was a nobody.
     Faye let out a sigh, her body thawing from the momentary paralysis. For once in her life, the phrase "Why don't you smile more?" was not subtle harassment, but rather, pragmatic advice. Although she realized that her looks alone could carry to an extent, Faye was also fully aware that she could hurt her prospects with a poor personality—after all, bitchiness with no additional substance was a liability in the sphere of LAW.
     The muscles in Faye's body relaxed as she drew in a large breath, the expansion of her chest emphasizing her already sizable breasts underneath her bikini top. Her face softened and a demure, restrained smile forcibly encroached on her lips. She would just have to put that disrespectful allusion to her ethnicity and prior treatment by LAW aside to focus on performing her best in her new role.
     Litchi

     Faye and Litchi are the same person. However, to better differentiate between Faye as a person and Faye as a LAW wrestler, different names will sometimes be used. Usually, if Faye's deeper thoughts and feelings are being described, or if she is being RPed in a context outside of LAW wrestling, the name "Faye" is likely to be used. Otherwise, the name "Litchi" is likely to be used, although if the narrative occurs in the middle of a LAW match, then the name "Litchi" might be used regardless.

began to make her way down the entrance ramp. Her gait, which had previously been sharp and deliberate, morphed into something softer and more alluring. Her hips swayed from side to side with each step, enough to be considered seductive and womanly, yet not exaggerated to the point of garishness. The demure smile remained on her face, and Litchi sporadically stopped to acknowledge the audience, striking an alluring pose with each pause. Yet, Litchi never let her smile get too large, nor did she allow herself to devolve into frenetic waving—in Litchi's mind, there was a difference between not being bitchy and being obsequious.
     Upon reaching the bottom of the entrance ramp, Litchi paused, her gaze turning downwards to the pool of water surrounding the ring. The shallow water was calm, with the water line against the ramp only experiencing minimal perturbations. The air from her ankles ankles downward felt noticeably warm, no doubt warmed by the water. And a slight chemical scent lingered in the air; it was less obtrusive than chlorine from a swimming pool, but present enough to just barely skirt the line of conscious acknowledgement.
     But Litchi knew there was no sense in hesitating. In a rare act of common decency, LAW had apprised her of the ring's setup beforehand—overthinking the matter would be pointless, and pausing for too long would cast a poor image. Litchi let out a small, nearly silent aspiration: a sigh, albeit without the theatrics of a noticeably heavily chest and an audible exhalation. Cognizant of the water, she carefully adjusted her arms to ensure that the flowing fabric of her attire would not get wet. A subtle kick with her foot sent the ornament binding the end of her long ponytail upward and into her delicate grasp, ensuring that her hair would not drag along the water.
     Had she been alone, Litchi would have tentatively dipped her toes into the water and eased her foot in to test the waters. But, with so many eyes on her, Litchi opted for a resolute stride, her foot firmly breaking through the surface of the water. An expected warmth enveloped her foot, something which had been foreshadowed by her prior knowledge and the earlier sensation of heat. Yet, right as Litchi was about to take another step, a sensation of heat permeated her foot, starting at the top and percolating down to her soles. The sensation was incommensurate with the actual temperature of the water, and was more akin to what one would feel stepping into a Japanese hot spring.
     Although Litchi knew that the water had warmth-inducing chemicals in it, the sudden incursion of warmth was enough to cause a slight, barely perceptible stutter in Litchi's movement and a semiquaver-like staccato

     This is yet another offbeat, self-indulgent metaphor. In music, a semiquaver is a sixteenth note. Usually—provided that the tempo is not slow to begin with—semiquavers/sixteenth notes are short notes. The word "staccato" implies a sense of sharpness with a sudden termination, as notes played staccato are separated from their neighboring notes with a brief pause.

disruption to her breathing. Yet, as quickly as the transient perturbation had manifested, it disappeared, leaving Litchi to continue her stride to the ring.
     Once she was at the edge of the ring, adjacent to a ring post, Litchi lifted her right leg, planting her foot on the ring apron. She used her elevated leg to push herself up, while subtly using her left foot to flick some of the water up to her skin. The water landed on Litchi's toned abs right as her body settled into its new elevation, imparting its intrinsic warmth onto her smooth skin. Paying little heed to the sensation, Litchi continued her entrance. She took off her wide-brimmed straw hat, gently hanging it on the ring post. Without missing a beat, Litchi put her arms on the top rope as if it was a gymnastics bar and transitioned into a handstand. She held the position for a few seconds, remaining static and vertical even as the chemically induced warmth of the water on her abs faded in. A swift repositioning of her hands torqued Litchi's lithe, yet curvy body 180 degrees, orienting her front side towards the inside of the ring.
     From her vertical position, Litchi's legs swiftly folded as her spine slightly arched, allowing Litchi to plant her feet on the top rope. Her legs unfurled, propelling her body upwards away from the ropes while imparting a backwards spin. Litchi's body sliced through the air, performing a full rotation before her feet hit the canvas. Continuing her momentum, Litchi transitioned into a fleeting handstand before once again landing on her feet.
     A brief smirk flashed across Litchi's face the moment she regained her solid footing. The feat had not been particularly difficult for Litchi, and she had practiced that exact sequence. Yet, Litchi could not help but feel a sense of satisfaction and relief, knowing that she had landed the trick in front of her intended audience.
     The subtle smirk still on her face, Litchi's turned to face her opponent, her head leading and body following shortly. Had Litchi been unprepared, her opponent's imposing, yet womanly, figure would have intimidated her—but Litchi had seen pictures of her opponent beforehand, thus relegating any reactionary fear to before the match. Instead of unease, Litchi's gaze focused on her opponent's posture. The tilted head and finger on chin was a rather ambiguous signal, one which Litchi did not know how to interpret. But her opponent's words would quickly shed light on the situation.
     "My my, I'm served the entree immediately. Why don't you be a dear and dress yourself in the sauce on you before we start~?" teased Tatsuta. "Or maybe, I could lather you up myself if you so desire."
     Litchi, unsure of the exact implications of Tatsuta's words, quickly mirrored her opponent's stance, her head tilting and finger resting on her chin. It was a difficult position—on the one hand, Litchi knew that Tatsuta could very well be speaking metaphorically. But, on the other hand, the fact that the ring was surrounded in chemical-laced water could very well give Tatsuta's words a literal edge.
     The arena quieted down, as if anticipating Litchi's response. The relative silence felt like a fire beneath her feet, impelling her to respond. If she spent too much time analyzing her opponent's words, her lack of response would reflect poorly on her. Yet, at the same time, the less time she thought about the matter, the more likely it would be that she would choose the wrong interpretation.
     A slight furrow appeared on the sultry scientist's brow. Litchi knew she could ask for clarification, but her instincts told her that she could end up looking foolish if she did so.
     "Hmmmm..." vocalized Litchi as she closed her eyes, attempting to buy herself a few precious seconds to think.
     It was time to choose. Litchi knew that she could not think through every feasible possibility in a matter of seconds—analysis paralysis would be a demon here, so she needed to narrow her search space and commit. Litchi flipped a metaphorical coin in her head, its trajectory modulated by the quasi-stochastic instincts of her mind

     This is an esoteric metaphor, but it essentially tries to get at the idea that the mind is a very complicated system, and that one's perceptions and thoughts can be affected by very subtle factors and circumstances. Hence, in a sense, one can almost think of the mind as partially random, or "stochastic"—although, if one assumes that the human mind fundamentally acts in a deterministic fashion, it would likely be more apt to describe the mind as a "chaotic" system. However, one could also point out that according to quantum mechanics, our underlying reality is probabilistic/stochastic. Yet, one can also point out that on a macroscopic scale, e.g. on the scale of neurons, reality is more-or-less deterministic.

. And the result of that coin flip told Litchi to proceed as if her opponent was speaking literally.
     With the search space pruned

     This is a metaphor that draws parallels with the subject of optimization. While this terminology likely applies to a bunch of different situations, those who are sufficiently familiar with how chess engines like Stockfish work would probably be familiar with this sort of terminology.

, albeit potentially prematurely, Litchi decided to assume that Tatsuta had been speaking literally. Following that assumption, it was immediately clear to Litchi that she was in somewhat of a bind. Backing down could be seen as timid, yet simply allowing her opponent unfettered access to her body could heat her up prematurely.
     The sound of her own heartbeat began to rhythmically echo in Litchi's ears. For a moment, Litchi almost wanted to back down and simply ask for clarification. But, her heart refused to take the passive route. If her opponent was offering to rub the water outside the ring over her body, Litchi could offer the exact same proposition. It would be a double-edged sword, but such a mutual feeling up could give Litchi insight into her opponent.
     Litchi let out a quick, singular laugh, her eyes opening as she did so. Her mouth formed a sultry smirk. "How about we both lather each other up? That way, we could get to know each other better~"
     The rhythmic thumping in Litchi's ears did not subside. She tried to maintain some semblance of eye contact with her opponent, making sure to look at Tatsuta's forehead to give the illusion of eye contact. But, despite Litchi's efforts, she allowed her gaze to momentarily avert, before locking back onto her target. Worse yet, the smell of the aphrodisiac from the overhead candles started to reach Litchi. It was a subtle rose-like smell, but Litchi knew that the smell was likely due to additives rather than the aphrodisiac itself—a molecule tailored to affect whatever lascivious chemical pathways would render a woman little more than a dog in heat would be unlikely to coincidentally smell like roses. Nonetheless, Litchi could not help but feel a subtle warmth manifesting in her womanhood. Her body felt hot, with both her abs and feet—which had previously been in contact with the water—starting to boil. A slight blush manifested on Litchi's face, and she let out a heated sigh, her warm breath mixing with the air of the arena.
     However, the sigh also served to ground Litchi, as if some of the tension had exited with her breath. She could still feel warmth in select areas of her body, but it no longer felt abjectly obtrusive. The blush on her face faded into a barely noticeable fleshy pink, and Litchi reasserted her gaze. Litchi would continue looking at her opponent, awaiting a response.

[LunarOcean]

A showboater; perfect. She would be many things such as playful, witty, acrobatic, flexible but most importantly, fun. Her motion through the air had been slower in Tatsuta's mind. Muscles tensed in ways they simply wouldn't while she was on terra firma and in the seconds-long flash of motion, the true details of her body's power revealed itself. Toning, muscle, flexibility, poise - her mind travelled back to the present minutes and Litchi's words cut through the intoxicating haze, hotter than the heat that caressed their skin afnd clearer than the waters waiting to be sullied beyond the ropes.

"A woman after my own heart. We won't even need the water with this heat."

Tatsuta's tonguge moisturized her lips as she stepped closer. She was the heavyweight here and that made Litchi the underdog. A realm of eyes catalogued every single difference between them from the size of their busts down to to the way they walked. Crowds weren't detail oriented but in the moment she strode forth and closed the gap, even their very breaths were scrutinized.

Her smile widened. The lights above were a little fainter but not enough to hide the creeping colour on Litchi's features.

Tatsuta's arms would slide over Litchi's sides... if she let her. The warmth along her wrists and palms would leave what felt like kisses alongside the smaller woman's body as she gradually repositioned both limbs. One against the small of their back, another behind their shoulders. She'd wait a moment to see if Litchi would mirror her motions as she pulled their bodies to align.

A lock up was usually thought of as a test of strength and both women had that. Tatsuta was not interested purely in strength.

If her core and Litchi's body aligned, they would begin a sort of communication. Rather than feeling one another through hands and shoulders, the array of sensations would expand. Mushing chests, gracing bellies, brushing thighs... maybe even nuzzling faces. It was akin to a dance, an attempted mutual embrace, but rather than keeping one another in balance, it would be a game of seeing who could unbalance and take control.

For with every part of their body connecting, they would feel not just one another's warmth and want but the ways their body signalled whenever it moved. Muscular tension, bodily motion, the tightness of skin and the looseness of form; it was an influx of data that took a skilled mind to read.

Tatsuta was eager to see what kind of language Litchi's body spoke.