The memory weave is stimulating. Not for any sensations it manages to push through her body by nature of its own design, but merely the texture of it against her hands as she kneads it in her hands and watches the goddess with a curious smile etched on her face. Rough mesh surface ripples pleasantly through her fur, supple material bends with satisfying ease. Reaction of the goddess, an amusing side note. 

Explains a lot. The Priestess' glove, the relatively intimate nature of this voice, the presentation of the material in the first place. A technological goddess, as per rumors. Manifestation achieved through her armor frame and sensory input devices. In total effect, impressive. A more physical and directly present object of worship than most in cultural memory. Assessment: understandable attraction, but limited attributable utility. Explains the insistence on a pilot; probably can't animate her frame by herself. 

Threat level: minimal. Mirror shows teeth, and makes a show of slowly licking them. Her head tilts first one way, and then the other. She takes the bolt of fabric and very slowly and deliberately strokes her hand along the length of it, as though she were teasing Matty. Are you paying attention, Little Goddess? Is this your desire?

Another moment spent watching the foxfire, before her eyes flick around to the hangar lighting, and finally to the manifestation of the icon herself. Smokeless Jade Fires cuts a very impressive figure, but she is far more smoke and far less fire at present than seems entirely correct. Mirror sniffs the air. Her tail twitches with apparently participation. 

Her dress is a form of flirtation, and she continues to attack with it. Her heels click across the floor with every step. Sharp, like a beast's claws. Her skirts swish behind her with mesmerizing and exaggerated flutters that beg for eyes to follow and paws to chase. She is a waterfall, she is a fish leaping from the water, she is the temptress in the reeds, begging the faceless to join her for a night before their doom comes with the dawn. She begs to be touched. She is untouchable. 

Even in this dim, haunted lighting, her eyes shimmer. Unreadable sharpness. Unfathomable depths. Moonlight shimmering on the surface of a lake, and the chilling, thrilling tingle of danger that come from wondering what's rushing up to meet you while you're trying to find the bottom.

Even the way she climbs is provocative. Mirror eschews the marked ladders in favor of scrambling up the length of Smokeless Jade Fire's enormous cloak. She climbs with her entire body: huge lunges that emphasize very little technique but a great range of motion in her arms, waist, hips, and especially her legs. She gains height in chunks, pouncing and then collecting herself while her pretty dress jangles and flashes her skirt and her best spots. This is malicious compliance, that's what this is. What else could it be construed as? 

Mirror hesitates at the cockpit, one foot halfway in the door to the innards of the idol, so to speak, when all of a sudden she kicks away from it and pounces further up Smokeless Jade Fire's frame to perch on her shoulder. She drags her stubbed claws across the tarp as she sinks lower and lower, sprawling her body across the mecha frame and sliding it slooooooowly forward until at last she feels with her own senses what her intuition had already revealed. 

She twists, lounging, and offers the floating icon a lazy smile with a wholly unnecessary and lurid fluttering of her eyelashes. She stretches, and flashes a control spike in her hand: the kind meant for working on power conduits. When did she?

"Straight away? You naughty little thing, when were you planning on letting me know? You'd have me undressed before we've even kissed! Wicked little goddess, you only want me for my body! And after I went to such lengths to comply with all of your wishes! Well. You must have done your research before contacting me so I can only assume you want a spanking."

Mirror's expression freezes over. She twirls the control spike across her fingers like a very fancy knife, with a theatricality and a precision that shouldn't really be possible with such an unwieldy object. 

"I don't usually do work without a contract, you know. Even for someone as beautiful as you. Don't you want to take this chance to set terms before I set them for you? Come to think of it, where [i]is[/i] that sweetie high priestess of yours? She'd be very helpful just about now. I should think."

[Center of the Web: Mirror takes a String on Jade.
Figure Out: [b]8[/b] "What do you hope to get from me?" and "How could I get you to keep your focus on me for a while?" Ask a question in exchange.]