[ Grinning as she watches Weiss move while she undresses, Nami tears her eyes away long enough to get her shorter dress pulled over her head, meeting her friend's eye as she reaches behind her back to unfasten her bra. The straps slide down her shoulders before Nami tosses it aside on her way to selecting a brush, and pouring a small amount of ink out onto a ceramic dish.

She's careful while carrying it over to the small table at her bedside, setting it down and leaving the brush by it while she climbs onto the mattress to knee beside Weiss. ]

You're going to have to take the lead on music, where I come from you only hear it often when you have a musician on your crew. [ Nami speaks casually despite the way her hands sweep up Weiss' back, enjoy the feeling of her skin beneath her hands before she moves to carefully lift her friend's braided hair out of the way, letting it rest on Weiss' shoulder, her imagination running wild for more than a few reasons as she looks over the other woman's body. ]

Tell me a story, about you, or what your world's like. [ Reaching for the brush, Nami gets a careful amount collected on the tip of the bristles before bringing it
up to start painting a circle over one of her friend's shoulder blades. ]