Fine fine, since you're so imbibed in fear, I'll oblige it.

Clock-sama, you know if you [I]wanted[/I] to...-She steps up upon her tip toes just lightly from behind him, so that the softened texture of her lips brushes his ear. She whispers to him, leading a venomously sweet trail of warm breadth to creep down his neck; while tresses of her intoxicating, fiery red hair cascade upon past his shoulder.- [I]You could use that whip on me all you like if Shiho-chan won't let you...[/I]