[There are advantages, at times, to not being an annoying piece of shit nepobaby. Sure, she didn't have the trust fund... But when you can「see」the Truth and happen to be a gorgeous woman, well. Kiritsubo had never found herself in much lack of money, means, and men. Or women. Or those between. It rarely mattered to her. What did matter...
Well. She had entered this waiting game of her own volition. She'd been planning for five hundred years, done so much work to arrange everything perfectly for the climax, and now that it was done... Hadn't she earned a little vacation? One in which she still planned to make sure she understood the rules properly, yes...
But there's nothing to stop her from enjoying herself a little bit in the meantime. Especially if the distractions looked like this. Perfectly crafted lips curl into a smile that could only be described as hungry as she lets her gaze travel over the would-be servant, and when he reaches out to support her heel and announces his capabilities... How is she to resist?]
None?
[Thin gold rings glitter on her painted toes as she curls them playfully, slowly lifting her other leg higher, higher, layers of half-sheer robe slipping along her thighs until she has moved it just high enough to flash a hint of silky red. She lingers... and then brings her leg down just enough that she can rest her other foot on Rokurou's thigh. Except when she curls those toes... they pull gently on those loose trousers. Surely... just a plea for him to pay attention to both weary soles?]
If you sell yourself that deliciously... I'm going to want to snap you up~
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Well. She had entered this waiting game of her own volition. She'd been planning for five hundred years, done so much work to arrange everything perfectly for the climax, and now that it was done... Hadn't she earned a little vacation? One in which she still planned to make sure she understood the rules properly, yes...
But there's nothing to stop her from enjoying herself a little bit in the meantime. Especially if the distractions looked like this. Perfectly crafted lips curl into a smile that could only be described as hungry as she lets her gaze travel over the would-be servant, and when he reaches out to support her heel and announces his capabilities... How is she to resist?]
None?
[Thin gold rings glitter on her painted toes as she curls them playfully, slowly lifting her other leg higher, higher, layers of half-sheer robe slipping along her thighs until she has moved it just high enough to flash a hint of silky red. She lingers... and then brings her leg down just enough that she can rest her other foot on Rokurou's thigh. Except when she curls those toes... they pull gently on those loose trousers. Surely... just a plea for him to pay attention to both weary soles?]
If you sell yourself that deliciously... I'm going to want to snap you up~
[Apparently "Wildcards" could do that. Tempting~]