When Masha's thumb ran past the edge of her horns she shrunk at the touch, more out of sensitivity and ticklishness than anything else. Her touch was surprisingly tender, yet the sudden change in her expressions hadn't escaped Kenna’s watchful eyes, even though some were only visible for the shortest of moments. Yes, the demoness was drunk, and with it a lot more loose than she’d normally be, but that didn't mean she couldn't pay attention or think properly. She was more bound to go with the flow, however that didn't take away the sudden feeling of worry she could feel rising within herself. A worry not for herself but for the succubus in front of her, who's arms still clutched tightly around her waist as she showed an innocence and weakness she’d otherwise never did. The sense of worry settled in her eyes as well when Masha mentioned that there was something she should know, and the hand now cupping her cheek was almost immediately supported by her own, slender fingers gently wrapping themselves around it. And whenever Masha seemed to struggle, her hand squeezed softly and reassuringly, trying to give soundless words of encouragement without actually speaking them.
It wasn't much that Masha told her, but the many pauses, silences and troubled looks in her eyes told the white-haired demoness a whole story of their own. She recognised them all too well as the looks she'd once seen herself make when looking in the mirror; gazes and actions that hid unmentioned traumas, deep-rooted pain and shame, yet most of all… weaknesses that weren't meant to be known by others. Kenna’s crimson eyes remained pinned upon Masha's face until she dared look up, and captured her gaze once she did. Carefully she reached out and brushed a strand of hair aside, tucking the fiery hair behind Masha's ear as she spoke soothing words. ”Don't worry… I would never hurt you like that.” she said softly, tilting her head slightly to have a better look at Masha's expression. Yet the saddened expression was pushed aside by the clearing off the succubus’ throat, and as if someone had snapped their fingers, the sudden deep mood grew more upbeat with a certain wish Masha wanted to see fulfilled. Or at least a certain view she wished to see. Kenna blinked, taken off guard by the sudden statement and felt the blood suddenly rising to her head as a deep-red blush flushed her face.
Yet before Kenna could even usher a reply, her lips were silenced yet again by the redhead's lush and overpowering cherry taste, leaving her little other choice than to indulge in them yet again. The words she entrusted to her ears were more like teasing dares than requests of action; when Masha finished speaking and pulled back to reveal her wicked smile Kenna could only repeat her final words. ”Your wicked ways…?” The demoness didn't have the reflex to follow after the sweet taste of Masha's kiss at first, and left astonished by it, only managed to gaze at them with a slightly opened mouth as her mind hurried to put all the pieces of the puzzle into shape. Yet at the same time as Masha’s eyes searched for hers, the puzzle completed itself. Kenna stepped back into Masha's embrace, but instead of meeting her wrapped her arms around Masha's middle and picked her up as if she weighed nothing, throwing her over her uncovered shoulders. The symbol on her inner forearm brimmed with energy as she waved her hand to the side, opening a portal before her; within one could see a long vibrant hall of pure white, with an overly large table in the middle. Sporting a teasing smile, Kenna looked back at the succubus still hanging over her shoulder and winked. ”Oh I’ll show you wicked.” At that same moment, her horns disappeared and eyes made way for their vivid crimson color yet again. Not giving any time to think, Kenna marched into the portal, leaving the inn and its curious eyes behind her.
Once gone through it the entire room brightened up entirely, strong lights reflecting against the many white surfaces. Even at night the Hall of Keepers was exceedingly bright. Kenna however made a hand gesture, and without a hitch the lights seemed to dim to a more comfortable, soothing tone before putting Masha back down. The portal behind her vanished, showing they'd walked in almost right in front of the entrance door. Something compelled her to turn around and reach for its key; pulling it out would throw a barrier over the sole entrance, barring anyone from entering or leaving. The only other way to do so was to open a portal connected to the Hall of Keepers and go, but this privilege was only reserved for aces and guild masters. A deviant smile crept upon her face as she rose the key and motioned it like a pendulum… until something stopped her.
“Be gentle” Masha's words echoed through her mind like chiming bells as the demoness was about to drop the key into her own cleavage, planning to tease Masha with it if she wanted to get out of the Hall of Keepers. But the memory of those words had stopped her, and for a moment Kenna hesitated, looking at the key as a gentle smile formed upon her lips. Instead the ace reached out and gently hung the silvery thin chain on which the key was attached to around the succubus’ neck, sliding the metallic key into Masha's cleavage still, leaving her hand to rest upon the redhead's chest. ”If your heart wants to escape, know that it already holds the key to do so, my dear.” Kenna said caringly as her hand traced the thin lining of Masha's clothes across her side and figure, sneaking towards the nape of her back to pull her back into a warm embrace. ”But tonight… I'm stealing it. All of you.” Without any hesitation she kissed her again, and didn't give the succubus much room to escape when picking her up again, carrying her over to sit upon the marble table she'd scolded her for mere days ago. Kenna only interrupted the kiss for a short moment, teasingly whispering ”This time I'll allow it~” into Masha's ear before indulging in her again. It was truly strange how quickly things had progressed, but the little voice in the back of her head that had been shouting for her to stop had finally shut up. That or it was currently being overrun by the overload of sealed emotions that kept on surfacing further and further. She had not imagined this would be possible; to feel all this need for affection again through the actions of another. To be reminded of what she had lost. She needed more of it. It would hurt in the morning to be reminded of it, but now it was all that she needed. To relive it all in a moment of blazing passion.