[Kiritsubo does nothing to encourage his eyes to leave her breasts, no snap of her fingers or clearing of the throat. After all, he had taken such good care of them before, had he not? (If she had her way, he might again. Occasionally she did crave a more tender touch- she had moods.) But once he finds her eyes again...]
... That is fine.
[They reflect only him. Strangely, almost nothing of herself is there to see. They see only what is, with no bias or preconceptions. If she wished, though...]
Do you wish to know what I「see」in you, Link?
[She takes a sip from her glass, letting the flavor of the liquor linger on her tongue.]
no subject
... That is fine.
[They reflect only him. Strangely, almost nothing of herself is there to see. They see only what is, with no bias or preconceptions. If she wished, though...]
Do you wish to know what I「see」in you, Link?
[She takes a sip from her glass, letting the flavor of the liquor linger on her tongue.]
I'm quite a decent fortune teller.