Huh...? [She doesn't mind the continued contact, she's just... surprised by it. She stares a moment, shocked, and makes a quiet squeaking noise at his offer. Yes she wants him to touch her, but--

She closes her eyes briefly, overwhelmed, and takes a breath. Atsushi, she thinks, is too good for this. Too good for her. Doing something like this with each other feels like she's staining him in some irreversible way and a dark feeling curls its way around her heart at the thought. He won't forget her from this, will he.]

Atsushi-san... [She murmurs his name, more just to say it than trying to get is attention or anything, and she sighs softly as she opens her eyes again. Her fingers move away from his scar and out from under his shirt to start undoing the dancer's top she wore. Since it seemed mostly comprised of ribbons anyhow, it didn't take long for it to fall loose completely. It's not the kind of outfit that really goes well with a bra either, leaving her more-or-less exposed to him now.

Though her face is red, she looks up at him]

I...want you to touch me too. I want this. [Her heart feels like it's about to pound right out of her chest] Please... Please touch me. I-- N-no one's... c-called me beautiful before. [She wants more of that]