” It’s pretty.” Kunikuzushi expressed with an ounce of reverence to the garment that hugged your figure just impeccably - personally picked by him, mind you.

“Too many buttons…" You fussed, staring at your tantalizing reflection. Both of you were supposedly due for a romantic dinner date, and Kunikuzushi was never coy to grant you such lucullian-like garb.

“Well,” He started, drawing from behind, fingers grazing your clothes friskily. “It’s a good thing I’m good with buttons, then.”