Medaka
Medaka nodded. A miracle was something associated with her back in the day, not that she wore it with as much pride as this girl did. "So your powers come from a god? In that case, should I consider it something more like a divine power?"
Marcus
Oh so you want to play this game....
Now that he had confirmed that there was only a slight chance of getting kicked, it was time to address this foolish girl's challenge. He met her glare with a dismissive grin, his eyes flickering for a moment before becoming cold. He reached for the milkshake, intent on taking it away. Meanwhile, with a powerful upward thrust of his knee, he stuck the table from the bottom, intending on flipping the table onto her and forcing her to use her hands to defend herself. With her slumped back like that, it is a more natural movement to stop the table than to move after all.
"Well you won't ever hear me say i'm a nice guy," he said as a smug grin slowly crept onto his face.
Megan
Megan's face exploded into a bright pink as the woman pressed her breasts into hers. All she could do is let out a noise that sounded like a combination between a moan and a squeel as the girl reaffirmed her intent. She closed her eyes, willing to let the redhaired girl take her, but it seemed she lost interest, walking past her towards the purple haired girl that arrived. "W-what? You tie me up and ignore me!? Am I not good enough for you?"
Why was she saying this now?
Sera's eyes were wide. The ghost was actually begging for it now. She couldn't tell if that was the charisma or mind control in action, but in any case, it was probably best to leave. She could despell the ghost later.