[She sighed again, a running theme and leaned with her head up against the wall. She needed someone to forgive her. Most of them were already, but at the same time she could still feel Hisao's eyes on her. Unlike Yukari, his had carried desire, normal, natural desire. She'd turned him on, and that was going to stand between them now. It wasn't like she didn't think he was a pleasant person, but she was damaged goods. She didn't want anyone to think of her that way.]

Accepted. I'm half succubus, Hisao. It's kind of what those things are meant to do. If I had that effect, that's... that's only natural. Just, please don't get funny ideas.

I'm not like that normally. I don't want to be like that.

I'm sorry. For everything.