Well, now. A less. . . dirty-minded person might say that was cheating. Miho, however, thinks that all's fair in. . . well. Sex, really.

So, she makes a noise that can only be said to be a growl, and in one fluid movement flips them over, and slips down Mary Anne, pausing to flick the button on her jeans before yanking them off. The finest executor of the table-cloth trick ain't got nothin' on her.

She stands at the side of the bed for a moment, grinning.

"Much better."