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[ 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...
[ No He would not, which is why Henry has probably prayed more since coming to the resort than he has in his entire life so far. Sex out of wedlock isn't even his only blasphemy in that life either, but surely he can still be redeemed after the sodomy and murder and wrath and all that too... ]
Your work? That's amazing.
[ He genuinely means it, and even forgets to be horny for two seconds to say it. The artwork is beautiful, but to even have done it on herself? He's very impressed. It can't have been easy at all those strange angles, and with such smooth, fine lines. Henry has little to no artistic knowledge, but he can see the quality easily.
Slowly his eyes sweep from one tattoo to the next, since he has the permission to. And he does step closer to her once she asks if he'd like to see better. You bet your buttons (lack thereof) he does. Tentatively, he raises his hand to reach and ghost his fingers along the turtle at her arm. His way of asking permission instead of directly saying the words before he just goes and touches her breast or something. ]
[ Her first answer is just a hum- yes, they are her work, and yes, she is indeed quite proud of them. Perhaps her willingness to be bare and show them off speaks to that enough, or how she holds herself a moment like an artwork to be admired more than a woman.
But it’s a woman’s soft skin Henry’s fingertips ghost over, even if it is shrouded in colorful ink injected just beneath the surface. ]
Every one of them means something.
[ Some were images that those of her land would simply know by sight as representing something particular… some were her own private jokes and messages… some were for a lover lost and snatched back from the clutch of samsara, and some…
Some she had never and would likely never say aloud. But as a treat, she moved her hand to skitter briefly over his own fingers before alighting on the turtle he examines. ]
In my lands, there is a legend that says turtles may live for ten thousand years…
[ The movement reveals a hint of the matching crane on her other arm, mid-flight but separated from the turtle by the gulf of a body between. ]
And the crane might live a thousand… So for the turtle, though their bodies and minds and experiences might be totally different… only the crane can become a lover who truly understands the weight of a life so long.
Still… it is a doomed love, and no matter how they may begin to understand each other… they will still be separated by fate, and the turtle will still live thousands of years pining alone.
[ Her gaze flicks up to Henry’s face, a mysterious, tempting look in her eyes even as she intones more philosophical words. She might also be pressing her honeycomb covered breasts up with how her arm is arranged to dance fingers over his on the ink, but- ]
[ She deserves to be proud of them! Henry knows nothing about tattoos but he knows it's good work. Since she doesn't pull away or otherwise reject him (he had a feeling she wouldn't), his fingers continue to slide down against her arm, along the turtle as she tells him the tale.
Each and every one of them has a meaning, and he'd love to hear them all. But he'd also love to kiss her, taste her, touch her more.
As she speaks, his eyes drift from the turtle, to the crane peeking from the other side. His brows furrow a bit.
Separated by fate, a doomed love ... it hits a little too close to home if Henry thinks a little too highly of himself and certain feelings he harbors. ]
Romantic, aye, but terribly sad.
[ He lets his fingers fall away as he meets her eyes, though they do find a light perch against some of that honeycomb. Ever so light, like he's afraid she'll vanish if he goes too far. ]
And the wasp? Is that also born from a doomed love?
[ Gooseflesh follows along the route of his curious, but still respectful fingers, her body slowly turning more towards him as if in echo of how intently she is listening... or how subconsciously she desires to urge him to touch more. He says it is sad, but... She shakes her head gently, smile mysterious. ]
Fate is fate.
[ Sad or not. If it was even sad at all. She... certainly would not relate to such a destiny, no matter how many mortal lovers had died without her realizing it. Slowly, her arms rise, twining around Henry's neck and giving him an even better view of the wasp crawling over the honeycomb inked on the soft swell of her breast, the movement making her jiggle slightly beneath his careful touch. ]
But the wasp is not of love...
[ It's a warning that she was venomous, no matter harmless she could look. And yet despite that being true, she is tipping her face up in a way that all but invites a taller man to lean down just enough to kiss her, whispering invitingly, ]
The other doomed love is on my back.
[ And if he wanted to see it, well... There were positions for that. ]
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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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Your work? That's amazing.
[ He genuinely means it, and even forgets to be horny for two seconds to say it. The artwork is beautiful, but to even have done it on herself? He's very impressed. It can't have been easy at all those strange angles, and with such smooth, fine lines. Henry has little to no artistic knowledge, but he can see the quality easily.
Slowly his eyes sweep from one tattoo to the next, since he has the permission to. And he does step closer to her once she asks if he'd like to see better. You bet your buttons (lack thereof) he does. Tentatively, he raises his hand to reach and ghost his fingers along the turtle at her arm. His way of asking permission instead of directly saying the words before he just goes and touches her breast or something. ]
Do they mean something?
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[ Her first answer is just a hum- yes, they are her work, and yes, she is indeed quite proud of them. Perhaps her willingness to be bare and show them off speaks to that enough, or how she holds herself a moment like an artwork to be admired more than a woman.
But it’s a woman’s soft skin Henry’s fingertips ghost over, even if it is shrouded in colorful ink injected just beneath the surface. ]
Every one of them means something.
[ Some were images that those of her land would simply know by sight as representing something particular… some were her own private jokes and messages… some were for a lover lost and snatched back from the clutch of samsara, and some…
Some she had never and would likely never say aloud. But as a treat, she moved her hand to skitter briefly over his own fingers before alighting on the turtle he examines. ]
In my lands, there is a legend that says turtles may live for ten thousand years…
[ The movement reveals a hint of the matching crane on her other arm, mid-flight but separated from the turtle by the gulf of a body between. ]
And the crane might live a thousand… So for the turtle, though their bodies and minds and experiences might be totally different… only the crane can become a lover who truly understands the weight of a life so long.
Still… it is a doomed love, and no matter how they may begin to understand each other… they will still be separated by fate, and the turtle will still live thousands of years pining alone.
[ Her gaze flicks up to Henry’s face, a mysterious, tempting look in her eyes even as she intones more philosophical words. She might also be pressing her honeycomb covered breasts up with how her arm is arranged to dance fingers over his on the ink, but- ]
How romantic…
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Each and every one of them has a meaning, and he'd love to hear them all. But he'd also love to kiss her, taste her, touch her more.
As she speaks, his eyes drift from the turtle, to the crane peeking from the other side. His brows furrow a bit.
Separated by fate, a doomed love ... it hits a little too close to home if Henry thinks a little too highly of himself and certain feelings he harbors. ]
Romantic, aye, but terribly sad.
[ He lets his fingers fall away as he meets her eyes, though they do find a light perch against some of that honeycomb. Ever so light, like he's afraid she'll vanish if he goes too far. ]
And the wasp? Is that also born from a doomed love?
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Fate is fate.
[ Sad or not. If it was even sad at all. She... certainly would not relate to such a destiny, no matter how many mortal lovers had died without her realizing it. Slowly, her arms rise, twining around Henry's neck and giving him an even better view of the wasp crawling over the honeycomb inked on the soft swell of her breast, the movement making her jiggle slightly beneath his careful touch. ]
But the wasp is not of love...
[ It's a warning that she was venomous, no matter harmless she could look. And yet despite that being true, she is tipping her face up in a way that all but invites a taller man to lean down just enough to kiss her, whispering invitingly, ]
The other doomed love is on my back.
[ And if he wanted to see it, well... There were positions for that. ]
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