A vine snaked around Madeleine's neck. A flower bud pushed itself up against her lips and then blossomed into a crimson flower, thick and soft enough to gag any further words. Taowu clapped her hands delightedly, "A suggestion!" Her legs arced forwards, passing over the top of her head, placing her feet on the two girls' thighs. Her body followed afterwards, flipping around so she was crouching over and standing upon her captives. "Or a wish? To be her legs? But why settle for [i]legs[/i]?" She twisted her feet. "Why not wings?" She ran a finger down Madeleine's face.

Sharp. Pain, hot and electric. Long black crow feathers burst out of the side of Madeleine's face, wrapping around one of her eyes, recasting the gold as the stare of a crow. "It is your destiny, you know?" said Taowu. "To help her fly -"

Her hand came down, claws extended, fast as a deathblow.

Then they stopped a moment away from Titanomachia's heart.

"What," she said, looking down at the glowing green emerald, "the [i]fuck [/i]are you wearing?"

"Could ask you the same question," said Titanomachia. That green light was reflected in her eyes, burning brighter and brighter - but her hand still held Madeleine's tightly. The vines trembled, starting to release her. "You're not the only one who - mmm!" she squeaked as Taowu casually backhanded her mouth with a blow from her own whip.

"You're right," said Taowu. "A foolish question." She leaned forwards, a pair of dark black scissors in her fingers, placing the tip on Machia's stomach. "The answer," she said, snipping once, "to what you are wearing," she cut again, "should be [i]nothing[/i]~" she said as she reached just below Machia's breasts. That golden chain waited there as a final layer of defense. Taowu smiled as her scissors opened to envelop it. Machia's confident stare has become filled with an unbearable tension. Sweat ran down the side of her face. The scissors started to come down.

There was the quiet sound of a fridge door closing.

Taowu's head snapped around like an owl. 

Lios Emeral was standing there, face flushed red. "Don't mind me," she whimpered, but Taowu was already standing up, grinning wide enough to justify every bit of terror in the knight's fragile body.

In the moment of the Demon Princess' distraction, Machia moves. With a great heave and pull, she manages to pull herself more and more to the right - until she flips, rolling to lie on top of Madeleine. Breast to breast, lip almost to lip, turning her neck so the golden amulet around her throat touches the vine wrapped around yours. The dark plants begin to shudder and burn away from you even as they pull you tighter into the forced embrace.