The SQUIP, for its part, certainly noticed Connor's gaze, and it smirked at that; it picked itself up, shifting down her body to press a kiss to the center of her chest, its eyes glancing over to meet Connor's.

"There's room for three here," it agreed, before leaning down to press its open mouth against one of her breasts, its tongue lapping over the stiffened bud as one of its hands slipped down, between their bodies, between her slim thighs. It brushed a fingertip lightly over her, teasingly-- dragging over her entrance, and then up, flicking over the heated peak of her clit.