"Join me! Join me!" Mitsuri wailed with an eager plea.

You had practically just trudged through the front, sliding doors of the love manor. Your uniform heavy with sweat, & your boots thick with a coax of drying mud. Grime practically coated your body. Filth building below your neck, & under your jaw. Following over your swear-lined hairline...

& All your eccentric lover could do, even in your state of filth, was excitedly layer kisses along your greasy face. Tugging mindlessly on your calloused hand.

"I prepared a bath! I purchased salts from the market & everything! Please! Pretty please!" She beckoned. Her face rosey & wide with a cheek-appling grin.

Mitsuri never had to plead hard with you to get her way. It was a given. Anything she had ever requested had been harmless, kind, or flirty. Like her offers to help you get dressed each & every morning, & her offers to get you undressed each & every night.

Her acts of service, you were certain, would never quite be enough for the love she had stocked up in her big, flourishing heart. You were certain she'd burst someday if you were away for too long. Giving her nowhere to push her bundles of love.

Mitsuri's multicolored & embroidered robe swayed & rocked with every excited bounce on her feet. Practically dragging you, & the mud below your feet across the home's tatami-mats & mahogany floorboards.

"You could use it, darling!" She chimed, in sweet addition.

You couldn't help but scoff, & laugh a her backhanded remark. Earning a flushed laugh from the woman herself.

At least you two found her funny.