For a brief second, Angel forgets how to breathe, swallow, think, or virtually anything aside from reel at the feeling of that mouth against her skin. Even if everything about this situation is new, that particular sensation manages to be so novel that it completely shorts out her brain.

It feels good. She wants it to keep feeling good. But as her brain starts to regain it's function, she becomes quickly aware of just how one-sided this has become. The idea of facing Armin might be on the humiliating side, but she still wants to be able to return at least some of the favors being offered to her.

Gently shifting within his grip, Angel allows herself to turn around. She does her best not to drift too far from Armin's waiting hands, lest she give him the idea that she's no longer comfortable with what they're doing. That couldn't be further from the truth.

"Armin." From this new vantage point, it's easier for her to read his face, and to be read in kind. Her skin is flushed, naturally, but there's also a smile on her lips, too.

Feeling bold, she slips one leg around his waist, then the other, so that she's straddling his lap. Her hands come to rest against his chest.

"Is this okay?"