"You really are something else," Selia said while sitting cross-legged on the bed.
It was quite the risqué position to sit at, given the nature of her clothes, where only my determination not to look her way saved me from turning into a voyeur.
"Why is that?" I asked while humming some old tune the lyrics to which I'd long since forgotten, stripping the original song of all its intended meaning and leaving nothing but just the catchy yet calm rhythm of its beat. And while I hummed my mind away, I continued to carefully arrange exactly half of my coffee seeds on a simple, wooden tray right before me, ready to put them through the wringer of my recently obtained ability.
Seeing how her crossed legs weren't enough to divert my attention from my task, Selia rose up and straightened her legs only to toss them up… and then drop them down onto my shoulders.
