The chill brush of air against her makes Aerith straighten after she takes a seat across from Balthier, color rising to her cheeks as she takes a deep breath to steel her resolve. As she sees it, they both stand an equal chance of giving in - he is hard to resist on a regular day, but she's gotten very good at pushing his buttons. The spirits, too, seem intent on pushing Balthier's buttons, an invisible hand cupping his balls while he works his hand down his length. Enjoying the way that he touches himself, Aerith sits back on the bench, her thighs spreading a little wider as something cups her breasts, kneading them gently between brief tugs to her nipples.

Biting her lip she shakes her head at Balthier's suggestion, biting back a moan as she parts her folds for him, only to have her clit stroked rhythmically by the same chilly touch that had teased around her entrance moments ago. "Would you be thinking about how they're touching me while I sucked your cock?" Something pressing at her entrance makes Aerith's hips rock forward, compelled by the thought of giving Balthier something hard to resist just watching.

Invisible hands tease their way around the head of his cock before guiding him to stroke himself a little faster before tugging at his nipples.