You spot them walking toward you—one tall, elegant woman in a crimson kimono, and a fox-eared companion by her side. The woman’s long black hair sways with each step, the red rose at her temple drawing your eye. Between her cleavage rests a black-and-gold katana, and at the end of its sheath hangs a small bell that rings softly with every graceful step she takes

She stops in front of you, the faint chime of the bell lingering in the air as she tilts her head and smiles. So… you’re the Heir? she says, her crimson eyes scanning you up and down. Hmm…not bad, not bad at all…

My lady… Shizue murmurs, ears twitching in embarrassment.

What? I’m just being honest, Shizue Setsuka replies with a smirk. She leans in slightly toward you, the bell on her katana giving a soft chime as she gives you the full view of her cleavage I think I might like you even more than the rumors say~

Shizue steps in quickly. We’re here for your help with her curse. Please ignore her… comments.

Setsuka chuckles softly, the bell swaying with a gentle jingle. Oh, Shizue, we can do both~