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There was a certain very particular matter that Lydia had been curious about, something that she had always wanted to try but had not a single inkling how to go about it. There didn't seem to be any kind of instructional guide for how one might go about learning it, as it just seemed to be one of those things that some people could instinctively do.

Lydia was not one of those people. Lydia was, unfortunately, completely out of her depth when it came to what she one day decided she needed help with mastering. There was really nothing else for it. She would have to go to somebody and ask for tutelage, and she just so happened to know exactly who to go to.

It was not hard to find Cee's room. The first person she asked sent her in the right direction, and soon Lydia was standing in front of room 112, grinning away, giving several sharp raps against the door with her knuckles.

"Ceeeeee?" She called out, "Are you in? I need to ask you to help me with something!"

Lydia was just taking a deep breath to call out to Cee so more when the door swung open. The scent was breathtaking, and her eyes widened, magnified by thick lenses. Instead of answering the other woman right away, Lydia took two small steps forward, and several more long sniffs, the last of which puffed out her chest.

"Ohhhhhhhh, how heavenly..." She sighed, relaxing with a very dreamy look suddenly on her face.

But then she realized that Cee had asked her a question. "OH!" A startled look replaced the dreamy one, quickly followed by a large grin. "Oh yes I was wondering if maybe you would like to teach me, well....how to be....more seductive!" Her face was suddenly a little red and she clamped a hand over her mouth lest a fit of nervous giggles escape her.

The snort made her heart fall in her chest. Did that mean that Cee didn't want to teach her? She tried not to give in to the thought that it might indeed be the case, but her hands dropped, her grin having melted to a plain smile, the giggles she had hoped to stifle no longer an issue to be dealt with.

"Oh no, no no no, I sincerely doubt that! You see you are a beautiful young woman, with curves and delightful scents and wonderful hair! I am just an ol---" She stopped herself there, because ever since awakening on the island, she hadn't actually told anybody her age.

"---An altogether clumsy, scrawny, disorganized mess. And I probably smell like dirt." She gestured up and down at herself as she said it, before clamping her hands beneath her chin.

"But please? Maybe just a few pointers? I can...I can pay you, if you like!"

After all, she was sure this service would be worth it.

There was only a minimum of shuffling, though it was out of more of an antsy need to always be moving than of feeling uncomfortable via Cee's lingering gaze that raked her up and down. She gave the woman a toothy grin, so large that her eyes nearly squinted shut, not giving the scrutiny any mind what so ever.

Maybe? Maybe was better than a no! And then Cee was gesturing for her to come inside and Lydia let out a small whoop of victory, "Oh of course! A favor will be no problem at all, I'm sure!" She exclaimed, following the beckoning and entering the room, wide eyes blinking and staring and blinking all around.

"Oh, ohhhhhhhhhh it's so beautiful in here! So much color!" She laughed and clapped her hands together, shuffling around in a small circle so that she could take it all in.

"Yes yes, of course I---" She looked around, unsure of where she was meant to sit, though she had plenty of time to decide as she clumsily began to take off her boots by stepping on the heels of each, which nearly sent her tumbling into a wall more than once. Eventually, she was free of her awkward foot confines, and with a smile, she made her way to the bed, turning around once she got there to sit on it's edge, her hands folding into her lap.

"So! Where do we begin?" She asked, her eyes bright and clearly excited.

Overly large eyes widened again. "A-aim?" She stuttered out, surprised that Cee would even think that she had such motives!

"Wait, I mean..." She began, biting down on her bottom lip as she thought. "Yes. Yes, it's Aro, yes!" That wasn't actually precisely true. While she hadn't yet decided who to use her newly taught wiles on (once they were actually taught), she had, at least, intended to use them on somebody. It was meant to be a social experiment of sorts, however, nothing to be taken too seriously!

Of course, she thought saying that out loud might blow the whole deal, so instead she nodded rapidly, and smiled. "He's just, so very handsome, you know? And he's so kind to me!"

"Oh really? Oh, would you mind teaching me both, then?" If she truly had feelings for Arorangi that she wished to explore, asking to be taught how to get the attention of people she either already liked or didn't know at all was probably a fairly tell tale sign that she had been lying, if Cee hadn't already worked that out for herself. Lydia herself appeared incredibly excited at the prospect, however, and had reached over to lay a hand on Cee's lower arm, squeezing it even while a large grin brightened her face.

And then suddenly Cee was moving in closer, and Lydia removed her hand, leaning in to listen attentively. The hand on her knee didn't mean much, until Cee began to explain how she should use light touches and caresses, and began to demonstrate as well. Lydia had a moment to feel something funny wiggle in her stomach, before she felt her face begin to heat up.

"Oh...Oh I see!" Her grin had dropped for a moment, and an almost shy looking smile took it's place, as she licked lips that had suddenly gone very dry. "Um, like this?" She leaned forward, taking a deep breath, and then reached out to run the backs of her fingers down Cee's cheek.

Unfortunately, she was little overenthusiastic, reaching in too quickly, and her thumb jabbed straight towards Cee's eye.

Lydia's hand jerked back as if it had been scalded, her eyes widening. "Oh my, I am so sorry! I didn't mean to..." She stopped, letting Cee finish cursing her out, her hands folding onto her lap.

"Don't go for the face. Got it." She bit down on her bottom lip, realizing that she had forgotten her bag with her notebook in it. This was information that she should have been jotting down! Oh well. She knew that she had a good memory, and it would have to provide for her later.

"Um...Wh-what about clothing? Or hairstyle? Makeup? Are those important factors as well?"

Ah, okay, so she was perhaps just a bit too forceful with her face touching and required some gentleness. Understood. She wanted to ask if she could maybe try again, but she had a strong feeling that Cee would likely say no. so she kept her hands folded in her lap, fingers intertwined to keep them from reaching out and causing more damage.

As the conversation turned towards wardrobe, Lydia looked down at herself. A baggy sweater over a long sleeved plaid shirt over a t-shirt over a tank top. She looked back up to Cee, watched her twirl. Cute? Lydia supposed maybe some people thought it of her, though she'd hardly ever thought of herself as such. Still, if shedding layers was what was needed, she was sure she could easily comply.

There was just one problem.

"Oh, but my body...." She started, standing up from her seat on the bed abruptly. "Well, no, let me just..." She began to de-layer, starting with pulling her sweater up and off, which in turn left her glasses cocked off haphazardly to one side. Next, she unbuttoned the plaid and shrugged it off. The t-shirt beneath was more form fitting, but not in the same way as Cee's. It did not cling to her in a fashionable and sexy way, still loose in places, particularily in the chest department.

Pulling off her glasses this time, which had somehow gotten tangled in blue hair, she tossed them on to the bed, and without further ado, pulled off her t-shirt to reveal the tight camisole worn beneath.

"I mean you have..." She gestured towards Cee, two hands raised to draw in the air an hourglass figure. "And I just have..." Well....she pointed to her nearly flat self that seemed to completely lack curve or definition of any kind.