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The girls headed to the washrooms, both actually using them before standing in front of the mirror. "You kissed him?" Yoranda asked, raising an eyebrow, and Unarelle's face went red. "No, he kissed me," she replied. "But you kissed back?" Yoranda asked, and Unarelle nodded slightly. "Yes," she said softly. "I didn't mean to. It just...happened." A slight smirk came to Yoranda's lips when she heard this and she nodded. "Okay. I'm not complaining. I'd rather you out of your shell and kissing boys than cooped up in the hotel," she said before turning to examine herself in the mirror. "Think he'll be fooled if we switch again?" she asked, and Unarelle shook her head.

"No," Unarelle replied. "He's probably expecting us to." Yoranda laughed a bit when she heard this. "Then we'll fuck with him some more. Just head back to the table with me, sit in your spot, don't say anything, and take a sip of your water," she said. "Are you sure?" Unarelle asked, and Yoranda nodded. "Yes, I'm sure," she said. "We can't get in trouble for not doing anything." She headed out with Unarelle and they went back to the table. Neither of them said anything and they both sat down in the same spots they'd been sitting at before, and then they each reached for their drinks and took a sip.