[ oushi pauses by the foot of the bed, momentarily entranced by the sheer amount of pillows adding to its height. up until now, the most lavish bedorom he'd ever seen was izumi's extensive plushie collection, but even the sheer amount of beanie babies couldn't hold a candle to this set design. there's four posters to the bed, too, upon which a gauzy sheet falls, occasionally rustling via an air source he could not possibly begin to place.

indeed, he feels a little chill crawl up his spine just now, but it's equally as possible that has nothing to do with the air conditioning, and all to do with the way the girl on the bed looks at him like he's some kind of new toy for her to play with.

somehow, the indignation that fills him with makes all of this a little easier to push through. yeah, he still isn't looking anywhere near her face or her chest. they cling, instead, to the horns sprouting up from her hairline. if he squints, they look kind of like handlebars.

...

actually, no, he's not going to think of them that way, thanks. ]

I'm haven't even started yet and you already have complaints?

[ yes, good, just hold onto that annoyance. he moves to stand closer to the bed, settling his knapsack down so he can relieve his shoulder of all that weight. the variety of items in the bag clutter noisily, and one vibrant pink dildo tumbles out from the open flap. oushi chooses to ignore that, too. ]

Take it up with the director if you hate it to so much.