"Yeah," she answers, winded and a little disgusted with herself but also pleased with herself. Even more so, when he says that she afforded him a new experience. "I've never... done it like that."

Misa remains where she is, eyes glancing over his now flaccid penis and the mess she has made. She doesn't even want to think about what her face must look like right now. What she is waiting for, permission or an invitation to stand, she has no idea. But she feels rooted to the spot, vaguely nauseous from all the stimulation and forced repression of her gag reflex.

"Was it good?"