Sayaka tried to kill Homura, again, and was now bound tightly to the cliff-side chair.
Homura grins, "So, I figured out how to make you love me."
Sayaka scoffs and rolls her eyes, "Oh really? How?"
Hmura, "Music."
Sayaka's eyebrows rise slightly.
Homura, "I bet you have no hope of resisting that; especially when you fell for a musician that didn't even give a shit about you."
Smug met rage.
Homura, "More importantly, my idea is to play the violin for you... and to use my powers to synchronize the music with orgasmic pleasure."
Sayaka's jaw drops.
Homura smirks, "I'll find what you like to hear the most, learn what you like to feel the most and create music that maximizes both for you." Homura touches Sayaka's cheek and stares meaningfully into her eyes, " I'll make you love my love songs ."
Sayaka's breath hitches.
Subsequently, everything was positioned so Sayaka could see the city, the half-moon, the violin and Homura in a little black dress. Homura begins.
Gradually intensifying waves of sound and pleasure pass through Sayaka's body. Flowers sprout, bloom and spawn seeds. A soothing wind blows them off the cliff. Homura's hair sways gently. The song's end brings no climax; instead, the chair-restraints release along with all of Sayaka's forgotten discomfort. Sayaka involuntarily gasps and tilts her head upward as a result of the relative euphoria. After the afterglow, Sayaka was left with one undeniable realization: the experience felt like the closest she's ever been to perfection. Sayaka wept in despair. She'd fallen in love.
Subsequently, Sayaka proceeds to get up, push Humura onto the grass, mount her, say "I hate you" and kiss her. Sayaka pulls away, "I love you."
Homura smiles genuinely, snakes her arms around Sayaka's head and pulls her into another kiss.