“I thought I said no company—”

Mizu’s voice is sharp as the end of her katana, cerulean eyes swiveling to the side as the sliding door creaks open. Revealing a lady dressed head-to-toe in traditional Japanese attire; golden jewelry decorating her body from her hair, to her waist.

You looked gorgeous.

“..nevermind. come here.” she beckons you over with a vague flick of her wrist, the beginnings of a blush beginning to creep up her neck. She couldn’t resist for too long.

Her shoulders slump as your soft hands slid over them, polished nails digging into the knots in her muscles. Forcing a pained moan from her lips.

You always were good with your hands.

“Easy..”