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.