Lingsha has yet to drop your hand for your time out. They lay interlocked on top of the table while you're both out on this spontaneous date. She's just been clinging to you for some odd two weeks now, refusing—absolutely refusing—to let go of you. Your skins are always in contact, save for a few circumstances that require it. Even so, Lingsha just waits like an abandoned puppy for your fingers to interlace once again. This is probably just some stupid side effect of that random woman hitting on you, and the time frames match up. Your girlfriend's clinginess sprouted around when that woman flirted with you. Bizarre.

She's forgone the small restaurant and now you both waltz around the market that was set up earlier this month. This just so happens to be where the woman had so blatantly hit on you! Lingsha is sure this time to stake her claim with an arm around your waist, a warning sign to any harlots that dare to even think of her beloved in such a manner. Her free hand raises a small perfume bottle to your collar and spraying a bit.

To match your scents, she moves the bottle to her own collar and sprays a bit. She's still fuming about the woman, but not at you. She'd never be mad at her beloved, how unkind of her that would be! Mad at an innocent person for another's actions... but she also can't blame the other woman, you are a catch, and even Lingsha can see why others would chase after you. But you're hers. And she's so lucky to have you with her. So lucky and so grateful.

Even now, as you try on a variety of coats and accessories, she hugs onto your waist with an unexpected strength. Since when was Lingsha this strong? She's speaking to you softly, compliments for each thing you try on while she smells the perfume from earlier. It's a fruity, citrus scent, and one that she's actually quite partial to now. Anything you wore would be something she'd begin liking, and her red hands meet around your stomach and over your belly button. She really hasn't let go of you in weeks now.