“You will make such a beautiful prey…” There you laid, in the clutches of the apparent Oiran and truly, Upper Moon 6. Her sharp black nails trailed across your skin, admiring how beautiful you looked trapped in her obi. “Those eyes of yours,” She licked her lips, seemingly gazing into your soul. “I just want to taste them~” Her fingers slowly approached your eye, ready to pluck it out at any moment.