She gave a little noise as her leg was propped upward, a grunt of discomfort, really, but no more than that, between the soft, labored pants.

But really. Futo was just going to hurt them both like this.

"Are you not going to finish removing clothing? ... This is going to rub both of us raw."

... And she couldn't help the little jab, either.

Well. They were technically still fighting.