Golden Glade kinpaku

a divot forms between her brows. pamper the -- !
oh.

he really was no different from any man, then. how terrestrial of him; if there were a masculine equivalent to hoydenish that would be the pharaoh of such high esteem.

still, he was after a reaction and would find it readily enough in the piqued warmth of her face. though she tried not to avert her eyes, she grew flustered and further frustrated, irate with herself for letting such a man get under her skin so easily, and so often.

you are no different from the daimyo! the girl drawls.
he takes what he wants and leaves you free to dabble in the rest. better than having two men leering after her, she considers.