It had been the same as any other event that Michiru was dragged to, shown off as evidence of the prodigies that having money could produce. Her parents introduced her to an endless amount of male suitors, who, in their opinions would be a perfect match and improve their all important connections. She politely smiled at them, yet shot daggers with her eyes, silently allowing them to know that there was no way in hell they could ever touch her. This was later met at the table by her mother with repetitions of

'Darling, were just doing what's best, if you could just be more open to the fact that you're going to be married soon, and you need the right husband.' To which Michiru nodded in response, though she was never going to be for the idea.

It would've been a normal occasion, if it weren't for the person who'd caught her eye across the room at every possible moment. Upon asking another guest, she'd learnt that the girl was named Tenoh Haruka, and she was the sole heir to the family, who hailed from Fukuoka. She was the same age as Michiru, and also a prodigious racer and pianist. Despite learning all of this information, she still felt mystified by the tuxedo wearing girl. Her movements and her demeanour all drew her in, and gave a familiar pull in her groin. The constant eye contact began to become unbearable, until while a speech was being made, Tenoh stood, looking directly at Michiru, gestured for her to come closer and began to walk to the doors.

'I need some air.' Michiru excused herself, following after Haruka. She followed her down the corridors, past the many rooms, until she stopped and slipped into one that was assumingly empty. They were in a large stately manor, and the room they were now stood in was incredibly well furnished, likely worth thousands, millions. But the interior design wasn't the most amazing sight.

'Kaioh Michiru,' The blonde turned to face her, the voice that came out of her clear and confident.

'Tenoh Haruka,' She responded, sensing they had similar ideas about what would happen. 'Pleasure to make your acquaintance.'

'Likewise.' Her gaze drifted up and down the aquanette's body, a still silence forming in the room.

'Did you...' Michiru tested the waters, breaking the icy stares. 'Did you want to-' Haruka interrupted her with a kiss, pushing her back to the closest wall. After recovering from the initial shock, Michiru returned with equal, if not greater passion. The shorter girl parted her lips, allowing further access for Haruka. The blonde pulled away for a moment, leaving Michiru ready to grab her back and continue.

'Who would've guessed,' Her hand started making it's way up Michiru's thigh, who responded with a shiver and the need for contact became almost unbearable. 'that such a princess would be this hungry,'

'Shut up.' She retorted, grabbing Haruka by the shirt to meet their lips once more, their breathing heavy.

'Why don't you make me?' She positioned her hands in the blondes hair, as Haruka began kissing down the pale skin of her neck. A moan escaped her, the grip on her head becoming tighter with each passing moment. 'Do you want everyone to hear you?' Haruka's hand slipped downward, under the pale blue fabric of her dress to run a finger along the outside of her underwear. As expected, she was almost dripping.

'Just...fucking touch me already!' She panted, irritated by the lack of control she held over the situation.

'Don't you want to be comfortable, Miss Kaioh?' Haruka smiled, hiding laughter. She grabbed her arm and pushed her down in the nearest sofa, clearly ignoring what it could be worth. 'Call me... Michiru...' She panted as Haruka kissed up and down her thighs, the need that stemmed from between her legs becoming more urgent. 'Stop teasing!' She urged, doubting Haruka would listen to what she was saying. She was wrong, however, as at this the panties were slipped off and her tongue finally, slowly, made its way up her center, Michiru all but screaming at the contact. Haruka responded to this by reaching up a hand to cover the girl's mouth.

'Like I said, do you want everyone to hear you, to see what you're letting me do to you, in here of all places?' Michiru let out a muffled groan at this, and she realised that as Haruka continued, it wouldn't be long before she lost all control. She held out for about 4 minutes, before the fire that had been building inside her released in a painfully satisfying display of muscular spasms and more moans. Haruka withdrew, allowing her to calm herself, return to the composed Kaioh Michiru. After she was back to the normal, practiced self that she was meant to be, she stood to leave. They found themselves outside the doors of the main hall, ready to go back to the exhaustion that these events were. Haruka grabbed Michiru's arm just as she began to walk away,

'Michiru, can I... Can I see you again?' And there it was, the confident, strong Tenoh Haruka that had been shown earlier had disappeared, and it was clear that the girl was actually nervous, her cheeks flushed at Michiru's surprise.

'Of course.' She kissed her on the cheek and she was gone.