Fionna was forgetting all about Kanako right now. If she could have stepped outside of herself, she'd be shocked that she would even dare do something like this. Once she heard the plea from Amamiya thought, she knew there was little to no chance of her stopping. Instead, she caressed her breast, rubbing her fingers and nail all along the soft underside before flocking her tongue over the nipple quickly, then with long solid strokes, wrapping a possessive free arm around the girl.