[Charlie's silence is a testament to Kiritsubo's story-telling prowess. He thinks garlic is an odd thing to consider a vice, but the question stays silent. He supposes his whole entire city-block growing up was damned to a life of ignorance, with how much garlic featured in their cuisine. Perhaps his mind would have wandered more, but... once again, she weaves her tale expertly.
Of course she likes that poem. It's just about coming inside a woman and feeling some kind of clarity in the afterglow, right? A complete taboo to write prose about, in Charlie's experience; he'd say he enjoys it too. As always, they align in deviancy.
He follows the brothel scene with eyes still shut. There's no framework for a Japanese establishment, so he imagines the rich, dark wood and dim lighting of his own experience.
Anticipation builds, and his mind supplies all kinds of thrilling possibilities. A threesome with an audience. Her sister making a surprise appearance. The man a charlatan but not in the way she thought - a woman in disguise!
Skeletons are a let down.
His eyes open, narrowing in a glare at his dull ceiling. The story still grips him, his personal displeasure with necromancy a fleeting annoyance.] So, what, did he kill them or...?
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Of course she likes that poem. It's just about coming inside a woman and feeling some kind of clarity in the afterglow, right? A complete taboo to write prose about, in Charlie's experience; he'd say he enjoys it too. As always, they align in deviancy.
He follows the brothel scene with eyes still shut. There's no framework for a Japanese establishment, so he imagines the rich, dark wood and dim lighting of his own experience.
Anticipation builds, and his mind supplies all kinds of thrilling possibilities. A threesome with an audience. Her sister making a surprise appearance. The man a charlatan but not in the way she thought - a woman in disguise!
Skeletons are a let down.
His eyes open, narrowing in a glare at his dull ceiling. The story still grips him, his personal displeasure with necromancy a fleeting annoyance.] So, what, did he kill them or...?