Right now, Ashley is cleaning one of her blades... Making sure that it is as shiny as it was when she got them...

"I... I haven't done much sleeping recently.."

"My suit isn't as tight anymore since I got a newly fitted one... But... I do wonder why I grew so much suddenly..."

A little Easter surprise from the Guardian ~

"T-too slow..?" Poor Ashley, she just... Wasn't sure what to say, her mind racing as she saw this woman just... APPEARING in her room But, for now, she cannot complain, in fact... Their height, is rather intimidating, especially since they're towering over Ashley's... 5'4-ish height. "T-tall..."--

"T-this is such an embarrassing thing to wear. . ."

Well, there was already suspense in her mind, since she has NO idea what to expect. . . So that doesn't help Sort of panic is going through her right now.

"H-haa. . ?! W-w-w-why did you take my clothes ?!"

Gasp Ashley with the glasses on !

Her teasing has gotten her quite far, and well, a certain someone seems to enjoy it. . ~♡

Gulp. .

"My. . . Suit is getting a bit tight. . ."

What can she say. . . She's gotten a bit more confident as of late. . ~♡

Enjoying some loving from a special someone. . ~♡

"Mmmm. . . My legs feel wobbly today. . ."

A-ah but she's. . . Well not exactly dressed appropriately for someone to visit. . . Uuu. . . This'll be embarrassing. . .

"I-I have this warm feeling in my stomach, I-I don't know what it means. . . It's almost burning. . ."

💭 Needy. . .

"I wonder if I should sharpen my swords at some point. . . They cut well, but I feel like sometimes I have to add additional force to them when I am outside of my armor. . ."

"Well, yeah that. . . That is true, I kind of. . . W-wanna not have to deal with it sometimes. . ." Huffing. . . She's fine, just weird. "I'm not really used to it that much. . ."

"H-happy Valentines. . ."

"Well. . . Yes, but at the same time, I don't like bothering people that much. . . I just get my job done. . ." She's VASTLY different from the Guardian's that Alastor is used to. Then again, her. . . Existence, is something new, since she's technically from the far FAR future, sorta.

Biting because she is confused to why everyone else is doing it-

DO NOT check under her skirt. . . You may not like what you see. . . 💧

"Y-you look satisfied. . . E-even if this is very perverted. . ."

"Aww man. . . And in my tea too. . ."

Just some Ashley for this lovely Friday evening. . ~

"That so. . ? Well, I won't press you for information. . . That would be rude. . ." At least there is that, she is a sweet woman, always trying to be good, and make good by others. Despite being a nervous wreck.

The armor stays on during

She. . . She is really not that great at this. . . But she tries. . ♡

Here she is !

"You. . Are. . ? Huh. . . I wonder why I've never seen you before. . ." Either way, she was not going to question it much, since the idea kind of hurts her head.

. . . Oh. . . That's. . . Sudden. . . Well, she doesn't know what to do, since she wasn't entirely sure what to expect from sudden company. . .

"Yeah. . ." She has. . . No idea what else to say, especially since it's an interesting conversation and all. "S-so, what do you do. . ?"

"H-haaa. . . W-what are you looking at. . ? S-something wrong. . ?"

"My. . . Mother. . ? I think she's called. . . Murasame ? I don't know. . .I refer to her as mom. . ." She has noo idea

S-she won't. . . But she will compliment them when needed. . .

She's so pretty. . .

Of course but. . . Still ! She's flustered to be here. . .

Well, she came over, since you asked her to. . ~♡

"Glowies, huh. . ? Uhm. . . I. . . I do not know how they glow really. . . Mother never really told me they did glow. . . And I did not know about it till you mentioned it. . ."

"Is that so. . ? I see. . . I'm glad that you aren't. . . Suddenly having some weird side effects or something. . . From anything, I dunno. . . Nice to meet you though. . ."

Nyeh-

"T-t-t-this is really embarrassing. . ."

"W-w-what the. . ."

She is still reallly not good at this whole sex thing ~♡

She is still. . . Getting used to this sort of thing. . .