[Nemesis doesn't answer, at least not at first, too busy pressing up into Req's lips and hands pleasantly easy. Special days require special underwear, and Req's fingertips catch something satiny smooth before hitting the soft, gentle crease of her breasts. She responds with a shivery sort of sound before catching herself, cheeks dark as accused]

...Whose fault is that?

And it ain't like you don't provide plenty of protein, too.

[She takes her fingers from their spot teasing at Req's entrance instead up to her own mouth; pops the sticky fingers in, to prove the point]