This gentle reaction was uncharacteristic of the man she'd encountered in the office. An approving smile, the endearing tone used for name as he showered her with praise, even the kiss upon her neck that left off with mark were odd. Such a stark contrast to the hard spanking she had received and had thus far remained visible on her ass in the form of dark red marks.

She didn't know which side of him she preferred.

But now wasn't the time to think through such things. To keep Bison waiting was another step toward death, and there were far too many things she left to do in life to throw it all away just prove a point. And so she sticks close to her master, rubbing him with her body, trembling whenever the stiff peeks of her nipples brush against the hard planes of his well-defined muscles. She does still use her hands, reaching out to run her palms up and down along his arms, marveling at just how feet he truly was.

As the trail back up to land on his shoulders, she lifts herself from the water. At first it seemed intended to remove herself from the bath and maybe, the Satsuki of the past might have been bullheaded enough to try her luck. But before Bison could think she sought to flee and react appropriately, he face was surrounded by the softness of her breasts. Still dripping with water, and bearing the scent he had chosen for them to bath in.

Curiosity, it seemed, had gotten the best of her as she now pressed his face eagerly into her chest.