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[ Perhaps thankfully for Henry… he isn’t the only one who has been unfamiliar with her name, which was considered quite archaic even in her own world. Here, some people called her “Kiri” rather than stumble over the rest. It had been the height of normalcy once, when she had received it, mind… but no matter, time marched ever onward.
And Henry’s neck cranes ever sideward, until he can get a better hint of the woman behind him. Blonde, buxom, light of eye and pale of skin and decidedly not afflicted by pox anywhere visible in her yukata robe…
But she finally has mercy enough to slip around to his side, instead- though now, an arm comes to simply link into his as if he were her escort, rather than cushion the back of his head in her chest. ]
It’s quite like home for me… in fact, it’s almost uncannily correct… in my lands, these sort of facilities are quite common.
[ Smiling, she reaches for a canned drink with the other hand… and then dangles it from her fingertips at him, as if waiting for him to crack it open for her and spare a potential cracked nail. Which, fair, they look lovely and manicured? And she looks pleased, her smile a bit teasing. ]
Of course… this is quite a high-end type, still. Many make do with hot springs by a river or a much simpler wooden shack to keep the steam in.
[ What didn’t change was the style, the expected steps, the emphasis on soaking… ]
Are you feeling quite relaxed… ? Perhaps your worried and troubles temporarily soothed out of you… ?
[ He is stubborn enough not to come off as a complete yokel that he will keep trying to say her name correctly. Though if she tells him to forget about it, he might relent. Eventually.
With her more at his side now he can get a good look at her, and he smiles a bit more. Honestly yeah, she is a beautiful woman so he is feeling quite blessed at the moment. He's more than happy to be her escort- it's an honor for a guy like him even!! ]
Sounds like you come from a rather fancy society, then ...
[ Or maybe she's just nobility? He'd believe it.
But he eyes the can and takes it up with his own free hand. These types of portable alcohol drinks are also pretty new to him, but they're a nice kind of new! So convenient. He cracks it open and holds it out for her, glad that she isn't so prim as to hold back from drinking in front of him even if she is a noble. ]
The river or the shack- even a tent with a tub in it - that's more like what I'm used to.
[ he huffs softly, and smiles again after. ] I don't know if I'll ever be worry free, but aye. I'm feeling quite good. Better now that I've got your company of course.
It has its fancies and its nots… but undoubtably, it is a society that values a good soak in the evening before bed… and cleanliness in general~
[ Seemingly in a very good mood (perhaps because she found him, after all this time), she fairly hums the words, taking the opened drink back with a little “thanks”. Lifting it slightly in a toasting gesture, she takes a sip and nods along, approving of the taste…
Free drinks should never be looked down upon, even in a “prison”. ]
Flattery will get you places, sir~
[ Her smile curls over the edge of the beer can, another tease. ]
Did you encounter anything… exciting, in the hot spring? The staff were quite firm about the rules, but…
I have very good ears, you see… and I’ve been hearing some very suspicious sounds in there…
[ Medieval cleanliness is better than most think it is, but still not wonderful. Henry himself is probably cleaner than the average joe but he still be walking around covered in dirt half the time too. Not here at the resort, at least, no matter what the configuration of it is. ]
Ah, it's not flattery if I'm only stating a fact.
[ Sometimes he has a little charisma. Sometimes he's kinda cheesy. It's all a part of the charm though.
He startles some at her teasing, wondering if she's implying she heard him in particular, because that is actually very embarrassing. ]
Oh uh! Are you suggesting that I seem like the type to break the rules?
[ Thankfully for Henry... Kiritsubo seemed to find that cheesiness somewhat charming. Or maybe amusing. Either way, right now she's still smiling, looking at him with her bright blue eyes and a smile over the lip of her beer can. ]
Are you... ?
[ The way her eyebrows arch upwards seems to imply something, but... ]
I thought it was sort of funny... As much as I understand the thrill in fearing getting caught doing things were you aren't supposed to, there's so many rooms available here just ripe for the taking where you wouldn't have to try to be quiet...
[ Her sip is loud- or maybe it just sounds that way, with how she is talking in a sort of conspiratorial whisper between them. ]
So I think we can use it as a personality test for our fellow guests~
[ he answers with a quirk of his own brow. She does have a good point though, it's really, really easy to find a place to be intimate with someone if your heart isn't absolutely set on just doing it in the bath ... where you're supposed to be clean!
Mind you, he can still see the appeal of the bath too but. ]
If it's the custom of places like this not to do anything like that in there, I think it's fair to respect it.
[ He shrugs, but grins a little at her whisperings. Judging other guests sounds kind of fun actually. ]
When you say personality test, do you mean whether or not they'd break the rules? Or whether or not they'd be loud in bed?
[ “Only when the rules are stupid” is one of the more fun answers to that question, so… ]
Mmmm… both~
[ Kiritsubo chuckles a little into the mouth of her beer can on the way to another sip. ]
Because there’s a difference between “are they the type to break the rules” and “do they get off on the idea of being caught”, right? And between “are they naturally loud in bed” and “are they trying to let everyone know that they’re fucking”…
[ Considering their rather frank talk of chest size it’s probably intentional, and yet… the way she moves to set her drink down and fold her free arm on the table beneath her breasts, making them appear even fuller and straining the modest fold of her yukata collar open to bare the curved swell of cleavage just looks so damned natural when she does it, leaning just a bit further closer and nestling warm on his arm. ]
I’m a very discerning woman, you know… These little things can make all the difference~
[ He thinks a moment, and gives another nod. The beer is looking really appetizing as well, or maybe it's just the mouth lingering against the can like that? Difficult to say. ]
I reckon there's a bit of a difference, aye.
[ Despite his best efforts to be as gentlemanly as possible, her movements immediately attract his gaze down to her chest. He swallows slowly, unable to decide if he should thank Jesus or ask for forgiveness. ]
I am learning that, yes. But this is making for a rather complicated game now, isn't it?
[ He has at least made his way back to eye contact with her now. ]
[ With the way she is so comfortably tucked against him, it will not be difficult to see in his periphery how her lips curl upwards into a pleased little smile when she “catches” him looking at her breasts.
Apparently, she doesn’t mind. In fact… She somehow manages to look almost half innocent, even if only in play, when they make eye contact again and she gently asks, ]
Oh… ? What would you propose then, Henry… ?
[ If she had her way… He would be thanking more than Jesus before the night was up. ]
[ It’s accompanied by a little squeeze of the arm that entwined around his, a soft press of the breasts she is “hiding” in the yukata robe. ]
So how were you hoping we spend that time, hmm… ?
[ Her other hand dangles the beer can in the air, a glistening metal distraction that doesn’t measure up to the glint in her sapphire eyes. ]
We could have a nice time drinking and talking… you could tell me all about yourself, what makes you tick… Or…
[ Her nails click along the can’s side, then smooth into a little stroke of fingertips. Her tone doesn’t change, doesn’t have a hint of shame or any indication beyond the wicked curve of her lips that she isn’t just talking about the most normal thing in the world when she says, ]
You could tell me all that when I’m smoking after you show me how you fuck.
[ Henry's getting a little bit warm, but he has some dignity, and isn't acting too flustered at the moment.
Rather, he lifts a brow at her. ]
Are you saying you didn't have any ideas yourself?
[ The way he's smiling could mean that he's teasing very gently, or he could just be smiling. Honestly though he's not sure he wants to tell random women what really makes him tick anyway ... even if much of it you can figure out just by spending enough time with him.
Her forwardness and language does fluster him a bit, and he's actually glad he didn't have a mouthful of beer or something, because he'd choke on it for sure. She looks like a princess, and she talks like a bathhouse girl... ]
A cold drink after a nice fuck sounds great, actually.
Technically, you’re already looking at one of my “gifts” for you…
[ Her teasing answer comes just as quickly with a little gesture at herself, even if she has not given him nearly enough context to be totally sure about what she must mean. The fact that she was just here, that she’d sought him out and allowed him her company? (No, the fact that it was surely somewhat uncanny that she just happened to be blonde, to be buxom, to be everything he had described when she’d asked him on the network of his perfect woman.) ]
But if you want to hear more of my ideas… I’d prefer to be naked for show and tell~
[ Taking another sip of her drink but still very much not going to abandon the can unfinished, she laughs and begins to untangle their arms, to rise to her feet and try to tug him after her by the front of his robe, out of the lounge to the hall, where left was the baths and right the private rooms. Her brow rises, her eyes flick in both directions and then back up with a, ]
Well… ?
[ How magnanimous, she was! Letting him make choices… ]
[ He tilts his head a little, his gaze dropping to her chest because he assumes that's what she's talking about? Of course it's coincidence that she would look like his preferences, not magic!!
Either way, she is quite a beguiling and moderately frustrating woman... ]
That's alright with me.
[ He agrees as she tugs him up and out into the hall. Seeing the choice he's been giving he chuckles a bit. How very generous of her to ask him- ]
[ She is very generous! Not selfish or greedy or devious in the slightest at all. That must be why she smiles and playfully twirls… towards the baths? But at the last second the turn continues on the back of her heel and she ends up facing the corridor to the rooms and begins to stroll in that direction. ]
Hmm… what sort of things do I need you to tell me before we get there… Any requests?
[ In all honesty, Kiritsubo did not need to know anything about anyone at all to take pleasure with them, but if he needed to know something… Well, he could ask. Quickish, because it’s not like the rooms were a mile away…
And there are “traps” along the way. Like the way he’ll be able to hear silk rustling in front of her before the sash holding her kimono closed comes undone and flutters to the ground in her wake, an impish smile cast over her shoulder as she simply keeps walking, robe now only held modest by a hand splayed at the point of her hip. ]
Oops~ Would you get that for me… ?
[ It would be a damn shame if she lost all her clothes along the way… ]
[ These aren't the qualities of an upstanding woman, and that is most assuredly what Kiritsubo is!
He watches her go with a little smile on his face as she twirls about, ready to be confused, but then pleased enough as she turns back to the rooms. He has, after all, figured out that she seems to enjoy taunting him. ]
I'm not really sure. I don't usually get an interview before this sort of thing.
[ Either his partners know him quite well, or it's a very casual or very unplanned encounter. He will happily tell Kiritsubo most things she could ask of him, though, and he's getting ready to do just that when suddenly the sash just flutters so innocently to the ground. ]
Oh-
[ Dear God, he can't let this fine lady just walk around in the nude!! He quickly ducks down to scoop the sash up and present it to her, ever the chivalrous gent. ]
[ It is… very tempting to keep teasing him. It seems like it would be very easy to… but she finds herself fleetingly charmed by the gallant behavior, no matter how unneeded. And today, she had decided to make up for her “rudeness” in making him wait for their meeting by gifting him pleasant things, and if he finds such things proper or best…
Well, she can play for a bit. She can take her sash back as if she had not very intentionally dropped it and… well, she cannot resist a little teasing, clutching it to her chest instead of stopping and fully re-wrapping it around her waist. ]
Why, thank you.
[ It means that when she cleaves to his arm and makes him her escort once more that the front of her robe gapes open slightly, that the panels show a bit of leg as she walks. Not nude, but someone close, someone taller than she was, might accidentally catch a glimpse… ]
Is that your job, hmm? Rescuing maidens fair… ?
[ They pass someone else in the hall and she squeezes closer as if she needed to assert a claim no matter how temporary, subtly steering where they go down the hall towards a certain corner room. ]
[ He's honestly very tease-able. Mostly because he is just that nice (until he's forced not to be). The 15th century is serious about being good to women though—actually let's not go down that alley
He's already having plenty of sinful thoughts to even it out though, what with her breasts and the peek of her leg, the view that a nice 6ish foot lad like himself is afforded when faced with a delicate maiden (yes, of course he believes that she is delicate even though he is also aware she could eviscerate him with words alone). ]
No, not really. But it'd be the right thing to do, if I came across one.
[ Don't ask him about the last time he stood up for a lady in distress....
He eyes the person who passes them, only giving them a little nod. He's no intention of getting distracted by others at the moment! ]
I am a squire of my father's, and I serve a noble lord as his bodyguard and envoy.
[ Down the hall, around the corner... and of course, Kiritsubo is not at all shy about the modest little sinful glimpses. Accidental, of course. Just a consequence of the fallen sash that he had saved from becoming true scandal. ]
A squire... I feel like I've heard that word before. Does that mean you are an apprentice knight?
[ She looks up at him with a smile... and then pulls away with a little twirl, for they had reached the destination she intended. It is easy to open the sliding door, slip inside, leave her slippers by the door to traipse on lily white feet further into the tatami mat room... and then turn around to invite him with a crook of her finger. ]
Do you protect your lord from brigands or from dragons... ?
[ There's a pale excuse for a lock on the inside of the door... He's welcome to use it, or not. ]
Or perhaps... from straying from path of upright fortune into the arms of free-moraled women... ?
[ Of course it was by accident, she is very clearly not that type of woman. ]
A bit like that, yes. I'll never be formally knighted.
[ Unless his dad makes him legitimate and he becomes a noble but that doesn't seem in the cards for now.
Besides, they appear to have reached their designation! He follows her lead and takes his shoes off, laughing politely at the question as he quite easily obeys her finger-beckoning. ]
Brigands, mostly. Anyone who might gain something by harming him.
[ He doesn't even think about the lock, oop. ]
He's old enough to make his own choices with women. As am I.
[ "Never" is a strong word... but rather than distract from the moment and try to「See」what was in store for him, she decides to simply drop the sash of her yukata in a pretty curl of silk around her ankles. From there... her robe begins to slip open, the panels rejecting modesty when not valiantly held shut. ]
Oh, you're old enough~
[ Her fingers slip along the collar, pinching fabric and slowly pulling. One inch, two, more of the swell of soft breasts she has been tempting him with snatched glimpses of this entire time. ]
But now I'm wondering... Do I get to see those smallclothes we talked about, or have you conformed to the style of our traditional inn treat?
[ He's a grown ass man! But the words sort of stall as he watches her slide that sash off again. Henry swallows real slowly as she reveals more and more of her skin to him.
But her nod back to the first time they spoke, snaps him out of it for a moment. He looks less like he's about to just ... jump her. ]
'Course not. After you told me they were unappealing, I immediately set about to fix that.
[ He even tugs at his own sash as if eager to show her. There are no braies under here. Actually he has very modern boxer briefs on... That's what he was directed to when he needed Help. ]
[ Shame... She certainly did not mind that he looked about to jump her. But since it's her turn... she pauses her hands, just for a moment, to watch just as eagerly as he hurried to show her his undergarments. The robe falls open and she hums appreciatively, making no secret of how her gaze admires him, enjoying the sight of musculature, posture, the things that flesh told her, that she could「see」with the eyes that she possessed...
And then. Boxer briefs. ]
Ooh... Much more modern~
[ Those make her smile. Her gaze flicks back up to his face, sharing the smile with him... before she all but demands his attention elsewhere. Namely, where her hands have begun to ease her robe open, revealing not a scrap of lace or silk or cotton... ]
Now I'm embarrassed... I didn't bring any underthings at all...
[ All she had were colorful tattoos on almost all parts of her curvaceous body but her long, pale legs, the designs dancing over her skin as her robe... simply flutters to the floor. ]
[ Soon it will click that he does not, in fact, need to be 100% polite and gentlemanly in her presence. It's just that outrageously beautiful women are worth respecting. Not that he wouldn't respect not as beautiful ones, but anyway.
Henry's form does indeed reflect a strong man, broad shouldered, muscular arms and torso. There are light scars here and there he's earned from battle, though the most noticeable one he's got to show is on his back, where an arrow sunk deep into his right shoulder. He doesn't have any tattoos...those are for prisoners (although a brand is more likely). However, he knows that that is not the case in other worlds or other times.
Her approval pleases him, but he's got little to show for it once she activates "dumb boy" mode and her robe falls away and eventually drops. Genuinely she might be the most beautiful woman he's ever seen, and he's seen a lot of naked women. ]
Jesus Christ be praised...
[ He's almost breathless a moment, and then remembers she's spoken. He's not so blind as to think she's totally serious about being embarrassed, but- ]
Don't be, what do we need those for?
[ He is practical, you see. ]
Those are all...tattoos? It's like looking at a work of art.
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[ Kiritsubo might only have become aware of this Jesus fellow from about... four hundred years ago, give or take? But the mention amuses her, because as she recalls... the Christ would likely not approve of this lascivious act out of wedlock.
Ah, well. A little blasphemy never hurt anyone.
She lets her hand drift over her body, fingertips dancing over the deadly wasp of her breast, the turtle on her upper arm, the blossoming peony on her womb... All but demanding he look. ]
Mmm... They're tattoos. That's my profession, you see... and these are all my work, as well.
[ If he came closer... He would be able to see how crisp the lines, how deep the colors... True skill, applied on ink to flesh, just as talented as a portrait artist with oil pastels or a wandering sketch artist with their watercolors. But her canvas... It seemed to be herself. ]
Do you want to see a bit better... ? I wonder which will be your favorite...
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And Henry’s neck cranes ever sideward, until he can get a better hint of the woman behind him. Blonde, buxom, light of eye and pale of skin and decidedly not afflicted by pox anywhere visible in her yukata robe…
But she finally has mercy enough to slip around to his side, instead- though now, an arm comes to simply link into his as if he were her escort, rather than cushion the back of his head in her chest. ]
It’s quite like home for me… in fact, it’s almost uncannily correct… in my lands, these sort of facilities are quite common.
[ Smiling, she reaches for a canned drink with the other hand… and then dangles it from her fingertips at him, as if waiting for him to crack it open for her and spare a potential cracked nail. Which, fair, they look lovely and manicured? And she looks pleased, her smile a bit teasing. ]
Of course… this is quite a high-end type, still. Many make do with hot springs by a river or a much simpler wooden shack to keep the steam in.
[ What didn’t change was the style, the expected steps, the emphasis on soaking… ]
Are you feeling quite relaxed… ? Perhaps your worried and troubles temporarily soothed out of you… ?
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With her more at his side now he can get a good look at her, and he smiles a bit more. Honestly yeah, she is a beautiful woman so he is feeling quite blessed at the moment. He's more than happy to be her escort- it's an honor for a guy like him even!! ]
Sounds like you come from a rather fancy society, then ...
[ Or maybe she's just nobility? He'd believe it.
But he eyes the can and takes it up with his own free hand. These types of portable alcohol drinks are also pretty new to him, but they're a nice kind of new! So convenient. He cracks it open and holds it out for her, glad that she isn't so prim as to hold back from drinking in front of him even if she is a noble. ]
The river or the shack- even a tent with a tub in it - that's more like what I'm used to.
[ he huffs softly, and smiles again after. ] I don't know if I'll ever be worry free, but aye. I'm feeling quite good. Better now that I've got your company of course.
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[ Seemingly in a very good mood (perhaps because she found him, after all this time), she fairly hums the words, taking the opened drink back with a little “thanks”. Lifting it slightly in a toasting gesture, she takes a sip and nods along, approving of the taste…
Free drinks should never be looked down upon, even in a “prison”. ]
Flattery will get you places, sir~
[ Her smile curls over the edge of the beer can, another tease. ]
Did you encounter anything… exciting, in the hot spring? The staff were quite firm about the rules, but…
I have very good ears, you see… and I’ve been hearing some very suspicious sounds in there…
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[ Medieval cleanliness is better than most think it is, but still not wonderful. Henry himself is probably cleaner than the average joe but he still be walking around covered in dirt half the time too. Not here at the resort, at least, no matter what the configuration of it is. ]
Ah, it's not flattery if I'm only stating a fact.
[ Sometimes he has a little charisma. Sometimes he's kinda cheesy. It's all a part of the charm though.
He startles some at her teasing, wondering if she's implying she heard him in particular, because that is actually very embarrassing. ]
Oh uh! Are you suggesting that I seem like the type to break the rules?
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Are you... ?
[ The way her eyebrows arch upwards seems to imply something, but... ]
I thought it was sort of funny... As much as I understand the thrill in fearing getting caught doing things were you aren't supposed to, there's so many rooms available here just ripe for the taking where you wouldn't have to try to be quiet...
[ Her sip is loud- or maybe it just sounds that way, with how she is talking in a sort of conspiratorial whisper between them. ]
So I think we can use it as a personality test for our fellow guests~
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[ he answers with a quirk of his own brow. She does have a good point though, it's really, really easy to find a place to be intimate with someone if your heart isn't absolutely set on just doing it in the bath ... where you're supposed to be clean!
Mind you, he can still see the appeal of the bath too but. ]
If it's the custom of places like this not to do anything like that in there, I think it's fair to respect it.
[ He shrugs, but grins a little at her whisperings. Judging other guests sounds kind of fun actually. ]
When you say personality test, do you mean whether or not they'd break the rules? Or whether or not they'd be loud in bed?
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Mmmm… both~
[ Kiritsubo chuckles a little into the mouth of her beer can on the way to another sip. ]
Because there’s a difference between “are they the type to break the rules” and “do they get off on the idea of being caught”, right? And between “are they naturally loud in bed” and “are they trying to let everyone know that they’re fucking”…
[ Considering their rather frank talk of chest size it’s probably intentional, and yet… the way she moves to set her drink down and fold her free arm on the table beneath her breasts, making them appear even fuller and straining the modest fold of her yukata collar open to bare the curved swell of cleavage just looks so damned natural when she does it, leaning just a bit further closer and nestling warm on his arm. ]
I’m a very discerning woman, you know… These little things can make all the difference~
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I reckon there's a bit of a difference, aye.
[ Despite his best efforts to be as gentlemanly as possible, her movements immediately attract his gaze down to her chest. He swallows slowly, unable to decide if he should thank Jesus or ask for forgiveness. ]
I am learning that, yes. But this is making for a rather complicated game now, isn't it?
[ He has at least made his way back to eye contact with her now. ]
Seems there might be easier ways to entertain...
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Apparently, she doesn’t mind. In fact… She somehow manages to look almost half innocent, even if only in play, when they make eye contact again and she gently asks, ]
Oh… ? What would you propose then, Henry… ?
[ If she had her way… He would be thanking more than Jesus before the night was up. ]
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But he doesn't care. ]
Ehm... well, you did say you owed me something nice then, didn't you?
[ Not that he thinks he's entitled!! But she did offer. ]
That is, I'd rather spend time with you than think about the noise some other guest is making.
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[ It’s accompanied by a little squeeze of the arm that entwined around his, a soft press of the breasts she is “hiding” in the yukata robe. ]
So how were you hoping we spend that time, hmm… ?
[ Her other hand dangles the beer can in the air, a glistening metal distraction that doesn’t measure up to the glint in her sapphire eyes. ]
We could have a nice time drinking and talking… you could tell me all about yourself, what makes you tick… Or…
[ Her nails click along the can’s side, then smooth into a little stroke of fingertips. Her tone doesn’t change, doesn’t have a hint of shame or any indication beyond the wicked curve of her lips that she isn’t just talking about the most normal thing in the world when she says, ]
You could tell me all that when I’m smoking after you show me how you fuck.
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Rather, he lifts a brow at her. ]
Are you saying you didn't have any ideas yourself?
[ The way he's smiling could mean that he's teasing very gently, or he could just be smiling. Honestly though he's not sure he wants to tell random women what really makes him tick anyway ... even if much of it you can figure out just by spending enough time with him.
Her forwardness and language does fluster him a bit, and he's actually glad he didn't have a mouthful of beer or something, because he'd choke on it for sure. She looks like a princess, and she talks like a bathhouse girl... ]
A cold drink after a nice fuck sounds great, actually.
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[ Her teasing answer comes just as quickly with a little gesture at herself, even if she has not given him nearly enough context to be totally sure about what she must mean. The fact that she was just here, that she’d sought him out and allowed him her company? (No, the fact that it was surely somewhat uncanny that she just happened to be blonde, to be buxom, to be everything he had described when she’d asked him on the network of his perfect woman.) ]
But if you want to hear more of my ideas… I’d prefer to be naked for show and tell~
[ Taking another sip of her drink but still very much not going to abandon the can unfinished, she laughs and begins to untangle their arms, to rise to her feet and try to tug him after her by the front of his robe, out of the lounge to the hall, where left was the baths and right the private rooms. Her brow rises, her eyes flick in both directions and then back up with a, ]
Well… ?
[ How magnanimous, she was! Letting him make choices… ]
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[ He tilts his head a little, his gaze dropping to her chest because he assumes that's what she's talking about? Of course it's coincidence that she would look like his preferences, not magic!!
Either way, she is quite a beguiling and moderately frustrating woman... ]
That's alright with me.
[ He agrees as she tugs him up and out into the hall. Seeing the choice he's been giving he chuckles a bit. How very generous of her to ask him- ]
The rooms, then.
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Hmm… what sort of things do I need you to tell me before we get there… Any requests?
[ In all honesty, Kiritsubo did not need to know anything about anyone at all to take pleasure with them, but if he needed to know something… Well, he could ask. Quickish, because it’s not like the rooms were a mile away…
And there are “traps” along the way. Like the way he’ll be able to hear silk rustling in front of her before the sash holding her kimono closed comes undone and flutters to the ground in her wake, an impish smile cast over her shoulder as she simply keeps walking, robe now only held modest by a hand splayed at the point of her hip. ]
Oops~ Would you get that for me… ?
[ It would be a damn shame if she lost all her clothes along the way… ]
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He watches her go with a little smile on his face as she twirls about, ready to be confused, but then pleased enough as she turns back to the rooms. He has, after all, figured out that she seems to enjoy taunting him. ]
I'm not really sure. I don't usually get an interview before this sort of thing.
[ Either his partners know him quite well, or it's a very casual or very unplanned encounter. He will happily tell Kiritsubo most things she could ask of him, though, and he's getting ready to do just that when suddenly the sash just flutters so innocently to the ground. ]
Oh-
[ Dear God, he can't let this fine lady just walk around in the nude!! He quickly ducks down to scoop the sash up and present it to her, ever the chivalrous gent. ]
Don't worry, I've got you.
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Well, she can play for a bit. She can take her sash back as if she had not very intentionally dropped it and… well, she cannot resist a little teasing, clutching it to her chest instead of stopping and fully re-wrapping it around her waist. ]
Why, thank you.
[ It means that when she cleaves to his arm and makes him her escort once more that the front of her robe gapes open slightly, that the panels show a bit of leg as she walks. Not nude, but someone close, someone taller than she was, might accidentally catch a glimpse… ]
Is that your job, hmm? Rescuing maidens fair… ?
[ They pass someone else in the hall and she squeezes closer as if she needed to assert a claim no matter how temporary, subtly steering where they go down the hall towards a certain corner room. ]
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actually let's not go down that alleyHe's already having plenty of sinful thoughts to even it out though, what with her breasts and the peek of her leg, the view that a nice 6ish foot lad like himself is afforded when faced with a delicate maiden (yes, of course he believes that she is delicate even though he is also aware she could eviscerate him with words alone). ]
No, not really. But it'd be the right thing to do, if I came across one.
[ Don't ask him about the last time he stood up for a lady in distress....
He eyes the person who passes them, only giving them a little nod. He's no intention of getting distracted by others at the moment! ]
I am a squire of my father's, and I serve a noble lord as his bodyguard and envoy.
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A squire... I feel like I've heard that word before. Does that mean you are an apprentice knight?
[ She looks up at him with a smile... and then pulls away with a little twirl, for they had reached the destination she intended. It is easy to open the sliding door, slip inside, leave her slippers by the door to traipse on lily white feet further into the tatami mat room... and then turn around to invite him with a crook of her finger. ]
Do you protect your lord from brigands or from dragons... ?
[ There's a pale excuse for a lock on the inside of the door... He's welcome to use it, or not. ]
Or perhaps... from straying from path of upright fortune into the arms of free-moraled women... ?
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A bit like that, yes. I'll never be formally knighted.
[ Unless his dad makes him legitimate and he becomes a noble but that doesn't seem in the cards for now.
Besides, they appear to have reached their designation! He follows her lead and takes his shoes off, laughing politely at the question as he quite easily obeys her finger-beckoning. ]
Brigands, mostly. Anyone who might gain something by harming him.
[ He doesn't even think about the lock, oop. ]
He's old enough to make his own choices with women. As am I.
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Oh, you're old enough~
[ Her fingers slip along the collar, pinching fabric and slowly pulling. One inch, two, more of the swell of soft breasts she has been tempting him with snatched glimpses of this entire time. ]
But now I'm wondering... Do I get to see those smallclothes we talked about, or have you conformed to the style of our traditional inn treat?
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[ He's a grown ass man! But the words sort of stall as he watches her slide that sash off again. Henry swallows real slowly as she reveals more and more of her skin to him.
But her nod back to the first time they spoke, snaps him out of it for a moment. He looks less like he's about to just ... jump her. ]
'Course not. After you told me they were unappealing, I immediately set about to fix that.
[ He even tugs at his own sash as if eager to show her. There are no braies under here. Actually he has very modern boxer briefs on... That's what he was directed to when he needed Help. ]
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And then. Boxer briefs. ]
Ooh... Much more modern~
[ Those make her smile. Her gaze flicks back up to his face, sharing the smile with him... before she all but demands his attention elsewhere. Namely, where her hands have begun to ease her robe open, revealing not a scrap of lace or silk or cotton... ]
Now I'm embarrassed... I didn't bring any underthings at all...
[ All she had were colorful tattoos on almost all parts of her curvaceous body but her long, pale legs, the designs dancing over her skin as her robe... simply flutters to the floor. ]
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Henry's form does indeed reflect a strong man, broad shouldered, muscular arms and torso. There are light scars here and there he's earned from battle, though the most noticeable one he's got to show is on his back, where an arrow sunk deep into his right shoulder. He doesn't have any tattoos...those are for prisoners (although a brand is more likely). However, he knows that that is not the case in other worlds or other times.
Her approval pleases him, but he's got little to show for it once she activates "dumb boy" mode and her robe falls away and eventually drops. Genuinely she might be the most beautiful woman he's ever seen, and he's seen a lot of naked women. ]
Jesus Christ be praised...
[ He's almost breathless a moment, and then remembers she's spoken. He's not so blind as to think she's totally serious about being embarrassed, but- ]
Don't be, what do we need those for?
[ He is practical, you see. ]
Those are all...tattoos? It's like looking at a work of art.
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Ah, well. A little blasphemy never hurt anyone.
She lets her hand drift over her body, fingertips dancing over the deadly wasp of her breast, the turtle on her upper arm, the blossoming peony on her womb... All but demanding he look. ]
Mmm... They're tattoos. That's my profession, you see... and these are all my work, as well.
[ If he came closer... He would be able to see how crisp the lines, how deep the colors... True skill, applied on ink to flesh, just as talented as a portrait artist with oil pastels or a wandering sketch artist with their watercolors. But her canvas... It seemed to be herself. ]
Do you want to see a bit better... ? I wonder which will be your favorite...
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