Aaah, a beauty like you showing such restraint! Restraint is a noble thing in some circumstances, my lady, but in this case it's like the goddess of the sun hiding in her cave, denying the world her light.

[At some point in all of this she set aside the outfits she was looking at--leaving her arms free so that she can drape one around Patchouli's waist, her other hand coming up to cup the witch's chin.]

I can only hope, then, that I'll have the privilege of being your Uzume. How I'd love to draw you out of hiding and into debauchery...