Kiyori blinked as she was pulled out of her trance state by the ever aware stone cold killer she cohabited her own body with. She had shortish black hair that fell naturally into bangs and as she had been sitting with her head forward she had to brush them out of her eyes. She heard what the now walking away man said yet she did not really listen to what he had said.
"Pardon?" she asked him in the seductive tone that was second nature to her, she had had a long time to perfect it and she knew that it made most people shiver. "Ai'm sorry i wasn't listening."
She gracefully rose to her feet in one smooth undulating motion that made the pale green tunic and the indigo dress, with the leather swordbelt that rested on it, that went down to her knees, rustle and then drape to her figure. She wasn't majorly endowed in the chest region yet she did have breasts, her hips weren't the big type either and she was on the lower side of average weight wise. Yet the weight she did have was all muscle that was a result of the continuous training she carried out.
Kiyori had a problem though. Looking at the man before her she experience the urge to battle again and reached for her katana, gripping the few inches of leather at the top of the sheath instead of the wood she knew would be very hot by now.
'I can use the sheath to my advantage' was the thought that went through the colder half of her.


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