Thread: Kaminoyama {Zella and Alan23}

Empress Momoko Aizawa The Empress would be able to relate to him, had she known how he felt. There were just so many subtle, social practices that it was hard to keep up, hard to execute it all perfectly, as she was expected to do. For example it was HIGHLY unorthodox for an Empress to show the swell of her breasts, the milky rise of a hill with such soft and and warm promise. However as the Empress waited for him to reply, she focused on being engaging and openly showing her interest in the polite and diplomatic way she was expected to. Complete unaware that she was ever so slightly falling out of her tight and fashionable kimono. There was a freckle upon that plush looking swell. One might imagine that to lick the skin there would taste like vanilla or some other kind of wonderful sweet treat. Zumozo held himself well and the table, as well as himself hid the hardness he had formed, studying that swell albeit with a ninja's subtly. Of course he must 'do well' to hide it. For surely if the Empress Momoko saw such a thing, threatening the crotch of his pants she would surely squeal and have him taken away and his reputation would be destroyed... forever. So it was no surprise that he had hid this all so well that Momoko had never noticed, not even his distraction. She did however notice how long it took him to answer and still she worried that calling him to meet with her had given him such a fright that he was too concerned to enjoy their tea. She was relieved when he answered, telling her how he had served for the past six years and that it was an honor to do so. He also made note of her beauty once more which made her bow her head in a silent acceptance and appreciation. Deep inside though she was tickled by the comment, she heard claims of her beauty so often... yet hearing it from Zumozo felt so very different. It felt not only true and honest but also comforting... like she was... meant to hear them. Such thoughts though she could barely entertain as they filled her with dread and Anxiety, like any woman she developed the odd infatuation with men she had encounters, an attraction... however not since Becoming Empress had she. And the days where she could afford to do so seemed like a far away dream now. Do you enjoy it? she asked, though that was a somewhat loaded question, really Zumozo couldn't say anything other then that 'he did' She had not realized though, desperately just wanting to be engaging. Ling-We was the next to notice the Empress's Wardrobe malfunction and quickly hurried over. She moved to fix Momoko's hair to hide the quick adjustment of Momoko's Kimono. It was not quick enough however for Momoko not to notice and when she did she realized what she must of had on show. Less good at hiding her emotions her eyes widened in shock and as if she was being 'dyed' like some silk her face began to grow bright red until the blush crept down onto her newly covered chest. Everything became a little awkward then, or at least an awkward tension radiated from the Empress. She brought her tea to her lips and took a sip, in turn allowing him to and said. I am glad to hear that. in return to his comment about remembering this day forever. She felt compelled to thank him again but he had pointed out that he did not need thanks and so instead she moved to take a small piece from a platter of assorted slices of sweet cakes, breads and tarts and daintily beginning to eat it. When she was done she dabbed at her mouth and asked, jolting with realization and delight that she had thought of a good question. What do you enjoy, other then your service? She quickly tried to answer for him in her head, making up what his answers could be because she enjoyed day dreaming. She did however pay most of her attention to awaiting his answer, her blush finally beginning to fade.