"I'm the type that longs for good strokes," Popuko coos affectionately.
Pipimi takes her hand...
And strokes her.
"Good girl."
The cool and gentle hand stroking Popuko feels... soothing. She leans into Pipimi's hand.
"Oh, yeah," Popuko sighs. She lets herself melt away from reality...
Only to wake up later to a tangled mess still stroking her.
"... You can stop now. Let's get you untied."