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[ luka remembers hearing people running to her, their voices dripping with concern and with worry, and then she remembers the color black.

waking up in the the nurse's office only proves the unspoken fact that she had passed out during the choreography session earlier. ]

Ugh, head hurts... [ she groans, blinks for a moment, and luka decides to settle back down against the bed in the office. she's taken naps here before, on days where she feels like skipping work, but she's never actually been sick at the nurse's office.

sleeping in one of these beds is like heaven, though, so despite feeling like shit, the simple pleasure of laying against these nice beds, these fluffy pillows and warm sheets is like heaven.

she rolls onto her side, groans, yawns and then tries to go back to sleep ]

...If someone comes in here, I swear...

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[ she yawns ] Old people play it.

I'll have you know I'm only in my - actually, feel free to guess that one.

Anyway, how about this? We'll play mahjong. Strip mahjong, actually. You win, I'll go along with whatever it is you want me to do. I win, you go home and rest. [This might seem ridiculous, but Litchi has absolutely no reason to believe Luka even stands a chance of winning.]

Does that sound fair?

I'm willing to take you up on the challenge. Mahjong's for old people, sure, but strip mahjong actually sounds kinda fun.

[ except luka only vaguely knows about mahjong -- she knows her father played it all the time but she's never asked about it or anything. it looked boring, if you had to ask her 10 year old self. ]

Consider this a bet then, Doctor. I hope you don't get cold easily.

Faye-Ling. Doctor Faye-Ling.

[Luka can get her given name along with her clothes, if she happens to lose. She better hope her father passed down all that knowledge genetically, is what she's getting at. Also she has a Mahjong set under a counter, hidden away in some cabinet. Of course. There's even a convenient table in the room!]

I'll explain as we go, dear. If you have any questions, feel free to ask. [Just... getting all that set-up.]

Ah, and don't worry. If you get too cold sitting around nearly naked, I can turn the heat on.

You won't have to worry about me, I'm aware of how to play.

[ but only vaguely. just the bare minimum, but hey -- the basics are important! and all that she knows, so luka can't really afford to mess up at all. gotta be perfect like always. ]

I'll let you take the first move.

If you say so. Don't be afraid to ask if you're confused, though. [Litchi hums, makes sure everything is in place, then goes.

Handwaving powers go, and a short time later - a very short time later - she's lost a hand.]

Ahh... I see. [She's just... gonna take her hair out of its tight bun, now, so it flows freely. That panda-shaped hairclip counts as a piece of clothing, right?]

That was very lucky. [She can't emphasize that enough.]

[ that was some of the hardest shit luka's had to done okay --

she's so relieved that she won, slumps back against the pillows and lets out a sigh. 1 for pop sensation megurine luka, zip for doctor faye-ling.

speaking of zip...

luka takes a good look at her; gosh, all of that hair framing not only her face but her whole body, too is like icing on the cake ]

I've played a bit, but so have you, it seems.

Far more than a bit, dear.

[Litchi makes a point of stating that before brushing her hair out with her hand - it trails down to her feet, practically, so it really is framing her whole body - and getting back to business.

...

Her business of losing, evidently. She blinks down at the table, blinks up at Luka, then reluctantly undoes some of the many random bits of cloth around her legs, standing up to set it aside on some counter or another. Hope you like those legs, Luka.]

... Enjoying the view? [Because trust her Litchi will notice if you do.]

[ yes, yes we are enjoying those legs, mm.

luka isn't one to lie about or hide the fact that she is looking ]

More than I probably should, Doctor. [ she grins, confident after her second win ]

You talked so fondly of mahjong, I thought you would've been beter than this. [ shut up luka you're winning out of sheer luck here ]

Again, try not to get your heart pumping too fast.

[And she's just. Not even gonna bother dignifying that last bit with a response. Mahjong is some luck and some skill, and Luka's just gotten incredibly lucky enough that Litchi's skill can't make up the difference. The streak has to run out at some point, right?

... Evidently, not now. Litchi looks absolutely stunned for a second, then sighs and stands back up to take off her loose, billowing sleeves. This might be a bit of a disappointment to Luka, but hey, smooth arms that end in long fingers. Also armpits if she has some sort of weird thing for that.]

If I didn't know better, I'd say you were cheating.

I'm not cheating at all, though you did look a bit unfocused at some points...

[ and watching those sleeves fall, her lips quirk up into a smirk ]

Perhaps it was my excellent charm and my stunning beauty distracted you?

Who's to say? I've been accused of the same thing before, but it seems to be working out for you.

[Litchi is absolutely determined to show this kid what for, now. Yes, she wants Luka to go home and relax for her own good, but this has also become about her pride.

... Which makes the next defeat even more frustrating.]

... Haa. [She was so close! Luka is either cheating or has the luck of God on her side. Litchi outright pouts as she gets to her feet, though she's quick to notice and try to rework it into a more mature expression. As she. Takes her shoes off. At least it means her legs are completely bare, now, and there is a very interesting show of her placing her leg up on a counter as she does. Since the last thing she wants to do is bend over with Luka staring at her.]

Luck ends eventually, you know.

But it hasn't run out yet, so I'm safe for now, aren't I?

[ luka chuckles, grins again but it's gone as her eyes keep watching litchi.

she kind of pouts a bit herself, huffs ]

You're quite the tease, Doctor -- take something else off, your shoes aren't worth enough by themselves.

Greedy, aren't you? [Litchi's not obligated to do what she says - but then she gets an idea. Wait, hold on, she could easily distract Luka, couldn't she?

So suddenly the sash around her mid section gets undone, and whatever's left of her outfit - which isn't much - just sort of hangs around her. Spoilers, everything looks even curvier and softer now that she can see most of it. All that's really covering her at this point is her underwear.]

Better?

I admit, I'm used to the feeling of wanting more and more -- idol life does that to a person, you understand.

[ and more she's going to get. luka watches with a steady gaze, licks her lips without being wware that she's doing it and she shifts slightly. ]

One more match?

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Of course, of course. [Litchi deliberately leans over - look at that body - completely ready to mop the floor with Luka.]

Since we're getting so close to the end, how about this? If you win, I'll take everything I have left off, so you'll, well, win the whole thing. If I win, you have to take off three pieces of clothing. How does that sound?

I like the idea.

I'm feeling particularly nice today ... How about I let you choose what I take off?

Fair enough. I'd offer the same thing, but I don't think I even have three 'real' things left.

[Ladeeda, getting everything set up - again, with a lot of leaning - and... well, this is her last hurrah, basically.

Oh hey, she wins. Barely.]

Seems your luck's run out, dear. [More like Litchi got just as lucky but ssh.] Let's see... top, bra, and I'll leave the third up to you. [Pause.] Actually, are you wearing a bra under that? I can't recall.

[ shit, luka's been doing a pretty good job of trying to keep her eyes on the game in front of her, but the one time she decides to glance up when litchi leans over, it's game over.

well, two out of three isn't bad, right? technically speaking she's still won this little challenge but the match conditions themselves are...

she sighs ]

I am. I don't go running around braless, that's just not right. [ and luka is lifting up her tank top, a regular bra with a sports bra over top of it. then she takes both of those off, after a moment.

oh, it's a little chilly in here, isn't it? ] Wasn't this cold in here before I stripped...

[ so that third choice? luka hums, then determines that she's going to sit on the bed she's been sitting on this whole time while they were playing on her knees, hooks her fingers around the waistband of her gym shorts and pulls them down

hello, red laced panties, your bra counterpart is somewhere else in the room, thrown haphazardly ]

[And suddenly all Litchi needs to do is win again and she's got this. That was pretty scary, there for a second, but she's glad she managed to rerail this. Wouldn't do to have Luka exert so much effort so quickly after passing out like that.]

Do you want me to turn the heat up? [Litchi just watches Luka strip - she's a doctor, she's seen pretty of naked bodies, but something about this is a bit different. Maybe it's because Luka makes a pretty decent show of it.

Maybe Litchi's just a pervert. Take your pick. Anyway, after a half-second or so of staring, she gets up without waiting for Luka's answer and walks over to the dial for the heater, turning it up just a bit.

Then she walks back to the table. Walks.]

I guess this could be called sudden death. I've had fun, at least. [CLIMATIC MUSIC AS THEY ENGAGE IN THEIR EPIC DUEL...

That Litchi suddenly loses, immediately and anticlimactically.]

... Wait, huh?

[ god damn that walk are you sure you're just a doctor

you aren't like a model or something in the industry that luka doesn't know about

luka's staring at litchi walking back ceases, and then the game happens...

cue the smuggest grin forming on her lips right now. ]

Looks like this is it, Doctor Faye-Ling.

...

[Sigh. This would be a lot more tolerable if it weren't for that face Luka was making. Litchi silently stands up, hesitates a second or two, then shrugs off her loose robe things. Step one. Second, she reaches around to undo her bra, and ta-da.

Bounce. Her panties are next, and she tugs them down without much fanfare. Though with her legs, that's still an interesting sight.

Then she just sits back down in her seat, crosses one leg over the other, and stares at Luka.]

... I suppose I can't convince you to go home anyway.

[ luka is really enjoying this right now. she's taking a moment to even compare their bodies... ]

I didn't want to leave to begin with. I don't think I'll ever want to leave the office at this rate.

[Luka that is probably not a comparison you want to make...]

And put your idol career on hold? You'd probably look cute in the nurse outfit, but I already have an assistant. [Who's, mercifully, off running errands.] You could take this as a nice memory and go home and rest. [not Doctor's Orders, though. She figures Luka won't listen if she tries to boss her around.]

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People forget memories, though.

[ luka's just going to settle back into the comforts of the bed, makes a show out of laying down, rolling over the sheets a bit... and then grab a hold of a pillow and hug it close, like it's a person ]

Can't I just stay here? I doubt anyone's going to come in.