On stage that night, Satoru sticks with the script and doesn't do any of her little line-stealing pranks. She still makes plenty of jokes and ribs Suguru good-naturedly, but at each time she'd done something the previous night, she lets Suguru just tense in anticipation ... but then nothing happens. Leaving her to anticipate why Satoru's doing this and what she might do instead was its own torment.

She tries the new approach to Contact, playing around with it a little, trying to provide some resolution and counterpoint for Suguru's emotional beats, and she's pleased with that. It still needs more work, but concerts are good for that. Relying upon the live energy in order to create something powerful.

As they leave the stage afterward, Satoru's not quite as hyped up as she was the night before. They've both been in a weird mood, not at their full energy. It's been a good show, but Satoru's not as feral. Still immensely horny, but more or less in control of herself.

But when they reach that short hallway, Satoru thinks about Suguru's ... promise? Threat? It wasn't quite either. All Suguru had really said was don't touch me, but there was an implication in there, with her talk about training girls like Satoru. Touch me and I'll make you behave.

It's unbelievably tempting.

Satoru reaches out and grabs her by the hair, yanking her back as she steps forward so that her chest presses against Suguru's spine. Her other arm slips around Suguru's waist to hold her in place there. "Do your worst," Satoru purrs, all incendiary challenge, before she dips her head and bites Suguru's other shoulder. She only holds for a second and then lets go, freeing Suguru to, well. Do her worst.