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And the winner for Best Female Singer of the Year goes to... Rachel Alucard!

[ so luka stands up from her seat, smiles pleasantly and waves to the audience before she begins to stride up onto the stage. her hair flows behind her, curled slightly at the end enough to look curly, but still keep a relatively "she has naturally straight hair look". her dress is black with pink accents, a striped pink bow around her middle, the hem of the dress sways just enough to captivate everyone who's watching her coming onto the stage now.

and boy, everyone sure is watching her -- ]

...Megurine-san, what are you doing...? You didn't win this category.

[ -- accepting an award that she didn't win ]

... What. What was that? I don't think I heard you right. Say that again?

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Noel Vermillion. [ luka says her name a few times -- listens to it roll off her tongue, does her best to say it in... proper english with a bit of her accent still. she can definitely see the effects of a slight move of her legs, which only causes for her to smile wider and more pleasantly

~~luka is getting the booty tonight~~ ]

Did it? I'm glad. ♥ Also, before you tell me anymore about yourself, are you comfortable? [ she's purposefully adjusting her legs so that noel can sit a "little more comfortably" on her lap. ]

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[Oh god Luka's saying her name. With an accent! That's so adorable and wow.]

I, well - [Oh that was a rhetorical question - she kyaas again and feels her skirt rising up. Luka can see it, right? If she just looks down? ~~behold the booty~~ so she squirms a little and that just makes it ride up more so she finally just gives up and sits obediently in Luka's lap.]

Uh, yeah. I'm comfortable.

[ of course she can see! this is luka after all, she sees everything~ ]

Good, good. Now, where were we? Why don't you start telling me about yourself, sweetie.

[ read: talk while i sit here and gaze at you and place a hand on your thigh and let my fingers draw shapes into your skin while i pretend i actually care (i care a little but not a whole lot) ]

[Don't mind Rachel, she'll just be sipping on tea. Who will win first, Noel or Luka?

Luka. Luka will definitely win.]

[Thank you for not commenting on the booty ~~please comment on the booty~~. Noel coughs, squirms a little, then nods.]

Uhm, well, I grew up in Switzerland... I'm an only child, so my mom and dad kind of spoiled me, but I really wanted to do something important! So I thought, "I could join the military," but then there was this- [Oh hey story of how she wound up being an idol from having military dreams is sidetracked because she suddenly remembers Rachel is watching them. Oh. Wow. That pings her exhibitionist streak, and she squirms again.]

Uh... uhh... where was I?

Mm, I see... [ just to emphasize the fact that she's only pretending to listen, luka nods and smiles, nods and smiles. she could probably care less but noel seems sweet enough, so the gestures are at least half-genuine. while she's half-listening, her hand trails a little further up her leg.

she raises an eyebrow ]

Something about joining the military?

Oh, right! Well, I thought about that, but then I met Rachel and... uhm... this and that happened... [It's 'this and that' that makes her blush, not the hand going further up her leg.]

Uhh... where is that hand going to wind up?

This and that? I'm afraid I don't know what you mean.

[ avoiding questions: luka's greatest strength ]

This and that things like what you're doing with your hand that sort of this and that seriously where is that going to go

[Deep breaths, Noel. She squirms a little but, to be honest, she doesn't want to get up.]

... Uhm, please at least give me a little warning, Luka?

Where do you think it'll go?

It'll only go as far as you'll let me.

... Uhm, as far as I'll let you is illegal in about 50% of countries, I'm pretty sure.

You seem like a risk-taker, Noel-chan. Am I wrong?

You are.

[Don't mind the comments form the peanut gallery...]

[Noel flinches as Rachel makes a comment, but slooowly leans back up against Luka.]

Uhm. I. Well. I definitely wanna but. Are you sure? I mean, I don't have much of a... chest... or anything...

[ no one cares about the peanut gallery sorry rachel -- ]

I don't mind at all! Really, I think it's incredibly endearing. And looking at you, I think they're just the perfect size. ♥

[luka-san are you sure you aren't some sort of deviant]

Lu... luka... [Did someone just compliment her chest? Or her body in general, really? 'perfect size?' Even Rachel's never said that! Noel wraps her arms tight around Luka's neck, snuggling up against her. Okay, maybe that booze has had a bit of an effect.]

That's the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me! Do you really like them?

[ a deviant? luka? no way ]

Sure do! I wouldn't have said so otherwise, right? I have no reason to lie to you, Noel.

[ and she's returning the embrace, a hand coming up to rest on her head and she pets her affectionately. gosh, noel's like a puppy ]

[Rachel, meanwhile, is making this face.]

But even Rachel never says anything like that! [She happily leans into that petting, completely unaware of how puppy-like she probably is right now. Honestly, if she had a tail, it'd be wagging like crazy.]

Ah, do you wanna see them? Do you wanna touch them? You can do whatever you want, Luka!

She could emulate the experience of fondling you by running her hand along this fine wooden table. It has about as many curves.

Are you always this rude to your partner, Miss Alucard? It's no wonder why she's so eager to come to me.

[ luka pets her a littl more, stops for a moment before leaning her in and kissing noel on the cheek ]

I'm glad you're so eager, dear, but are you really sure about this? [ not like it stops her; luka's other hand is on noel's waist, then crawls up, fingers just along the side of her body ]

Rudeness and the truth aren't that far removed from each other, Miss Megurine. It's understandable why you'd mistake one for the other.

[Noel actually looks legitimately hurt for a second by Rachel's little comment - then she pouts and makes a big show of leaning up into Luka's kisses, and fingers, and... everything, really.]

Sure I'm sure! I don't want anything more than this, Luka. [pictured: Noel trying to be manipulative.]

[ luka notices that slight change in expression on noel's face, and makes note of it. she'd address the problem, but there's a cute puppy on her lap there that luka wants to take care of first

she chuckles. luka lets the hand on noel's head play with her hair for a moment, then lets the locks of hair fall away from her fingers and she cups her cheek ]

You're fine with just this? [ she raises an eyebrow, feigning curiosity ] There's nothing else you want me to do?

No, no! I meant... uhm. [Aaaand manipulativeness crumbles. That was fast. Noel stammers for a second. Meanwhile, Rachel gets out of her seat. And walks towards them.]