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The first thing Vriska had done when Aranea met her, was kiss her.

Aranea had been quite surprised and overwhelmed to find herself suddenly swept into the other girl’s arms and pulled into a passionate kiss.

Not one for prudery, Aranea had of course kissed back, feeling her cheeks burning with the memory of hot cerulean blood stirred by the intimate encounter.

When she had been released, looking with awe and more than a bit of attraction at her counterpart, she had asked what exactly had prompted the sudden amorous assault.

“I had to see if the original measured up.”