"No. It's a magic array. And there's another person whose magic array appears on her abdomen, that's more like a ○ mark."
"No matter how you argue, it's useless! Having a friend with a similar ○ mark doesn't change my mood, you know!"
"Alright, Saili, since you're a magical girl troubled by flower-picking, you'll have to resolve your special predicament in a special way."
"There's absolutely no reasoning here!"
Shami ignores the magical girl's protest.
"I'm going to familiarize myself with your magic array now."
"Wait, wait a minute!"
Just as the magical girl opens her mouth, Shami's hand already reaches for her thigh, the smooth and delicate skin delivering an incredibly soft sensation.
At the same time, the sensitive skin on the inner thigh sends a tingling numbness to the magical girl's nerves.
Oh, oh, it tickles...
