[ Ai opens her mouth to say something but at first, no words come out. She can't say something like that, not in the voice of Ai, from B-Komachi. Not the clean, pure idol who was just out there with her fans telling them all how much she loves them. That's always been how it works — so long as Ai of B-Komachi is so pretty and clean she shines, then Hoshino Ai can be the one who's dirty and wrong. It's not like anyone ever sees her.

Her eyes flick up to the mirror at the vanity. She looks at the idol in there, all baby pinks and red and blues and wonders what sort of face she'd make with Rinne's hands all over her.

The hairs on the back of her neck all prickle, but not unpleasantly. She swallows. ]

That's a big if. Does Niki-kun even seem like my type? And I don't know if I'd be satisfied with someone who's just a pushover...

[ She says his name extra sweetly — the way she says the name of any fan who shows up to enough handshake sessions, so they know just how special and just how precious they are to her. ]

I'd rather have a guy who's reeeeally thirsty for it. Ah, like maybe a fan? And during a handshake session, I could just say something like "I'll be all by myself in my dressing room after the show" and he'd get the hint, right?

[ Ah. She's really getting herself into some deep, deep trouble now, isn't she? ]

Right? Rinne-kun?