Kira lowers her head to hide her flushed face. Unconsciously, her tongue darts out to lick the residue of wetness from her lips. Star pushes her into Moon's lap once more and goes off to clean himself. Feeling the stickiness coating her thighs, Kira feels uncomfortable—she also wants to clean up. But how can she do that with Moon holding her so tightly?
"I... Um, can I use the bathroom?"
"Oh, you want to clean up?"
She nods, feeling thankful she didn't have to say it herself. Somehow, it makes it less embarrassing. She tries to get up from Moon's lap, but his arms tighten around her waist. His lips brush her earlobes, making her skin redden at the contact.
"I'll do it for you. Stay right there."
Huh? What does he mean by that? Before she can ask, the Elf has already walked out of the room. Soon enough, he returns with a bowl of water and a soft cloth.