The priestess gasped, surprised as the fluffy black tails wrapped around her, holding her close. Her cheeks flushed, realizing perhaps she was still foolish from sleep and whatever had come over her before Miyuki carried her to bed. She did not struggle against the tails, instead just trying to center herself before Miyuki released her. The blond sat back, smiling softly despite herself.

"No, I cannot see the future." Yumeiko raised her gaze from wherever it had settled in thought.

The priestess's blush renewed under that smug gaze and that smug question, and she turned away. "Yes. Yes, I'm done brushing." Yumeiko began to remove herself from the bed. "I, ah, have imposed on your space enough for one evening, haven't I?"

Grooming Miyuki had given the blonde a nostalgic feeling, like sitting with one of the shrine maidens she might have been sweet on. She was quite beautiful, too. Yumeiko barely remembered it, but Miyuki had carried her. A short distance, sure, but the black fox had been somewhat indolent before that. In that moment, however, she had shown the priestess something genuine. Was that lazyiness part of an act?

She stood and took a breath, making a motion over her body with her hands before the line cook outfit she wore changed. As though the cloth rolled into new cloth, from the top down, it changed into a modest skirt and blazer with some gilding here and there. She looked herself over slowly, nodding here and there with approval.

"Hoo-hoooohn~" Miyuki maid a saucy noise as she watched Yumeko change into her snazzy new duds, right infront of her. "Wish i could change my clothes that easily~ Tehn i wouldn't have to risk being seen when I'm indecent..." She said, still with taht darned smug face of hers.

Miyuki then rose herself, adjusting her hair slightly to get it the way she liked it. Which... Wasn't a big change, actually, it barely looked like anything was different, but perhaps a few stands had been in her face or something? Whatever the case, the dark fox was now standing up as well, enxt to her bed, looking at the golden fox.

"Lovely visit. We should do this again sometimes, I'll walk you to the door and see you off." ... The door, which was in the next partitio-section over... And.. Wait... Was she planning on going back to bed once Yumeko left...?

... Surely not...? Right? ... Right!?

Yumeiko bit back a smile, trying not to let thoughts of the underdressed-

Nope nope nope. "Ah, haha, right? I don't even have to go under the bed for anything."

Mnnnn. Not exactly what she had wanted to talk about, and she caught herself watching Miyuki as she stood and adjusted her hair. Had she missed something, or was Miyuki just being fussy? Probably.

"The whole routine? I could do without so much cleaning, please don't make another mess." Now it was Yumeiko who turned a smug smirk, and she motioned for Miyuki to lead the way. At the door, the priestess would stop before leaving, and then turn to Miyuki.

"You're not going to just... go back to bed, are you?" Her eyes turned past Miyuki, into what was essentially an apartment, and then back to the slightly taller, rather larger other fox in front of her. "Miyuki, why don't I show you around, instead? There's plenty on the ship to do. Maybe you'll even find something new and interesting?"

Miyuki stood at the door, watching the blazer-wearing blonde, make an offer about being shown around the shup. The ship, that was in essence, a flying giant shrine, of vast amounts of distance and room. The golden fox was asking her to walk around, look at things she had no idea what they were, instead of going back to snoozin' cozily in her soft, luxurious bed.

It... It didn't take a genius or much effort to see what Miyuki's face was saying as she stood there in silence, looking at Yumeko.

... Then the dark fox sighed.

"... let me put something on my feet first..."

Because, as Yumeko surely remembered, Miyuki was currently barefoot. Retreating back into her bedroom, there was the noise of a drawer being slid open, some rustling and mumbling, followed by a not-overly-loud-but-still-very-audible wooden 'smack', as soemthing was closed shut... And then a brief moment of nothing... Before theblack haired one reappeared. She was still wearing her rather... breezy... kimono, but was now also sporting a pair of ankle high white socks and... And... Uh... Were... Were those... Flip-flops...? ... Pink flip-flops...? Like, really, really, really girly flip-flops....!?

To say they clashed with the rest of Miyuki's appearance was like saying a soccer ball was hard to spot on a field of green grass... They.. Stood out... Quite a bit...

"... I don't usually wear feet-things..." Miyuki had a slight pout to her face now, and her cheeks were just the faintest bit tinged with pink. It was hard to tell if she was grumpy or embarrassed... or both... "L-Lead the way..."

Aah. Was that a no, then? Yumi's ears drooped a bit, expecting a refusal, a denial, but what she heard instead sounded like a - reluctant - confirmation. Her ears perked back up, more of surprise than anything else, and one yokai watched the other retreat into her bedroom once more.

Miyuki sounded rather discontent about the situation, but the priestess was just glad the black fox was going through with it. She listened with an apologetic smile for no one in particular as Miyuki thumped and grumbled in her room, only for the woman to emerge in not much more. She'd added white socks and-

Wh-.. she owns something like that? That color? Someone must have given it to her a long time ago. Yumeiko wondered vaguely at what their fate had been, but thought it best not to dwell.

"Miyuki," Yumeiko was VERY careful not to laugh, "those, ah, feet-things - those ones are commonly called 'flip-flops', because of the sound they make" focus, "mn, those ones-... why don't we go have a look at some of the other things you've got?"

Gods, did those wanna-be sandals not go with the rest of her anything. Yumeiko took Miyuki's hand as she passed her, and led her back to her bedroom.

Before she started diving into specific items, this time, she did openly look Miyuki over, but it was less a roving eye and more an assessment. There was something she had to address, as well.

"... Miyuki. How do you," she paused. She had invited Miyuki to explore the ship, but that put them in a position. "To mortal eyes, we're similar, right?" Her eyes were turned aside as she pieced together what she wanted to say, before they lifted to look into the other's, "how do you want to present yourself?"

"He-Hey, wai-- Now ho-" Miyuki was pulled by her hand back into the apartment-bedroom-galley-chambers... Apparently, the Goddess did not approve of her choice of feet-things, as the woman looked as if she'd barely been able to contain a snicker that could've very easily exploded into a full, roaring, uncontrollable bout of laughter.

They returned to the bedroom once agian, and Yumeko explained the concept of the feet-wear that Miyuki had chosen. The black fox merely responded with a disinterested ' Huh...', as if it were no concern of hers whatsoever if her foot-covering attire made noise or not when she walked... This girl might actually be fine with walking around in those shoes that made the 'squeaky toy' sound whenever you took a step... Nightmare fuel for sure.

Then the other part of Yumeko's speech came to the forefront. How did Miyuki want to present herself...? Present herself... Present... Oh... To the humans... And the others on the ship... Right... That was a good question... What... or how, rather, would they explain Miyuki's existence? Or what she was? OR what the purposeful and meaningful position, along with her justifiable role was?

"... Hi, I'm Miyuki. Nice to meet you?" Her head tilted to the side, blinking twice.

.. Yeah... No... That wasn't going to work, and Yumeko knew that.

While the dark fox tried to come up with a reasonable reason to no be immediately airlock-scuttled by the crew upon their meeting... Yumeko would notice Miyuki's drawer. Specifically, the bottom-most one, which was still open... And inside, if she glanced... Was what Miyuki had in terms of 'foot-things'...

... And it was even more terrifying than she could've imagined...

A apir of neon, plutonium, nuclear-green rubber boots or waders...

A pair of oversized, steel-toe-tipped combat boots that were clearly made for a man who was 6'2" tall and probably part of the military...

A pair of cowboy boots that looked as old and worn that it was difficult tos ay whether they were supposed to be brown or grey... And if they were 100, 200 or 300 years old...

Another pair of flip-flops, with a gaudy leopard print... And cutesty red ribbons ontop...

And, a pair of sneakers... That torn shoelaces, holes in the soles and were scuffed pretty mcuh on every single side...

... it was clear these weren't things Miyuki had picked out for hesrself, but most likely donations given by her trade partners in the past...

Yumeiko nodded softly, hearing that Miyuki didn't seem quite prepared to present herself as something other than terrifying.

The explanation about flip-flops hadn't been important, anyway. What was more important was the horrifying collection of oddities that Miyuki had collected in her bottom drawer of feet-things. A deep breath filled her lungs and offered her a bit of mental stability before she heaved a sigh with a "right." Miyuki was not used to taking care of herself, she relied on fear to inspire her so-called trade partners to bring her things. It didn't seem like she ever made specific requests.

It was a wonder that Miyuki had a functioning wardrobe at all.

"I suppose I'll dress you, this time. Sit, please." The kimono was tiny, but... fine enough. There was a rather more egregious fashion statement in front of her, the socks and flip-flops.

With a task before her, Yumeiko was focused and professional as she knelt down before Miyuki, touching the socks on her feet and using the same sacred power she'd changed her own clothes with earlier to change Miyuki's socks for thigh-highs, and then started to cycle through footwear that matched her aesthetic.

"There are a few ways we could present you to them. You could present yourself as my servant, but," Yumeiko shook her head, "that doesn't seem like something you'd tolerate at all. We could call you my champion, but people would likely expect you to fight. You," she hummed, "have more tails, Miyuki. You could easily claim to be another Goddess. That would allow you the most freedom."

"_Meep~!~"

...

There was absolutely, 100%, undenaiably, irrefutably no sounds from Miyuki after Yumeko knelt down and changed her socks in an instant. Absolutely, positively, unopposably not a single peep.

As the golden-haired faux-goddess cycled through fashionalbe foot-things for Miyuki to wear on her currently unfashionable feet, the brighter hairded fox began listing off potential options for how to introduce the darker fox to the rest of the shrine ship's crew.

At the mention of being Yumeko's servant... The darker fox gave the blonde an unamused, blank stare. No. That wasn't going to happen. When she pitched the potential of being her 'Champion', there was a slight snorting sound, as if Miyuki had to stifle a laugh. She... Really wasn't exactly 'Hero'-material... Then the third option, regarding her tails, was brought up... Miyuki looked at Yumeko for a moment, her tails flitting back and forth restlessly.

"Behold, puny mortals! For 'tis I, Miyuki no Dai-Megami! Tremble before my awesome splendor and prostrate yourselves in my presence!" ... She said all of this with an obviously exaggerated, deeper, dramatic and comedically arrogant tone of voice, raising her arms up into the air to further emphasize her own grandeur.

... A momentary pause and quiet...

... Then her arms fell back down and her face turned down from looking at the ceiling and towards Yumeko's face once more.

"... Think your followers would buy that? Because I wouldn't." She said, half-closed eyes and a smirk on her lips. "You could just tell them I'm a petty, lowly, regional demi-god that you happened to pick up in exchange for some ... Divine support... Or something..."

The very cute noise Miyuki had totally not made had not escaped the pseudo-goddess. Yes, she supposed she'd gotten a little bit up there without realizing, putting the long stockings on Miyuki, but Yumeiko controlled the thought before it could derail her.

"Maybe if you weren't so overdone about it, it could work better." Yumeiko looked up from the shoes. Miyuki had given a fuller, deific name. Was that her name, back then, or was she just making things up? Dai-Megami definitely sounded made up, but sensibilities were different, back then. She could no longer reliably remember if such a name could have ever been taken seriously. She giggled softly and shook her head, looking back to the shoes she currently had on Miyuki's feet. The flip-flops had been returned to the drawer by her power, as though they knew where to return to.

Miyuki described how she would prefer to be presented, and the golden fox studied her a moment before rising from her position before her. With a deliberate slowness, she settled herself next to the black fox on the bed. The priestess took Miyuki's hand in both of hers, enclosing it and holding it carefully, tenderly, bringing it to her lap.

She looked at the hand she held, asking it her question, "you will support me?"

Her eyes left the hand, traveled up the arm, and arrived at Miyuki's golden gaze.

Miyuki looked at Yumeko for a bit, as the golden one traced her hand up along the former's arm and then onto her face. The question was rather silly, wasn't it?

"Yes. I support you. In return, you support me."

Ah... Support in this context was perhaps not quite what Yumeko envisioned... it was possible that Miyuki viewed their relationship similar, though not perhaps exactly the same, as her former interactions with her trad partners. After all, Yumeko was providing her with board, food and, today, beauty salon-services and new clothes... And Miyuki provvided... Carrying an exerted, overworked goddess to a bed and letting her rest and recover form fatigue on her own... And... Maybe some light overwatching security detail of the msot liberal and loose sense of the words?

Miyuki then raised one of her own arms and put ot ontop fo Yumeko's, the one that was touching the black fox face.

"You're very handsy, arne't you?" The noirette asked, slightly putting some weight into leanng her head to the side, so that Yumeko's hand was caught between her cheek and hand. "What would your followers think of such things, Great Goddess Yumeko no Kami~?" She said ths last bit with an exaggeratedly 'oh no~ how scandalous'-type voice used by some gossiping housewife - with, of course, a sly smirk on her face, while her tags swept back and forth behind her.

"... Now, did you find any... Fitting foot-flops for me, or do you just want to sit here and keep my face all to yourself~?" ... Foot-flops...? Oh, she... mixed up feet-things and flip-flops...