Lion Head Mesa sakura no hana

the creature ought to know better than to insult her betters, though in the heat of the moment satsu could not lay too much fault on them. the dancer had been quick to judge and quicker still to voice her dislike; she cared little for the feelings of this wretched thing, finding a miniscule joy in seeing their reaction. perhaps if she were more cruel the vermin would leave.

you may only call me ushiyo. as was proper for someone of a lower station in life. they were not close; they were not even the same ilk, so to be on a first-name basis with this pale creature was unnatural. however as satsu said this, she was cut off by what the petal was proclaiming.

i— again her teeth set in a scowl, jaw tight. the warmth on her cheeks was evident even as satsu fought to control her reaction; she could not, and blushed profusely. curse her bashful features!
you are a crude creature. go back to your hole, i am sure pharaoh can find a use for that mouth!
but that only made her burn all the brighter.