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"Move over, you bastard, let me see already!"
The thin ronin turned the scroll this way and that in the warbling lamp light. Glasses slipping down his long nose, Jin ignored the terror at his back and continued to let his quiet, hungry eyes caress the well-drawn swells of flesh; soft, high breasts hidden perfectly in her coquettish silhouette as she turned away from him, teasing eyes held down in delicious, silent submission. He wanted her so badly. That beautiful heart-shaped valley of her low back as it dipped into the perfectly half-clothed swell of her hips, that secret place made the palm of his sword-swollen hand itch with emptiness.
If he stared hard enough, patiently enough, would the kimono draped so gracefully, seductively from outstretched arms, finally fall down completely, exposing her silent purity to his conquering eyes?
"Hey! I wanna see this little tramp's hot face."
Dark brows pinched shut, Jin slowly rolled the ukiyo-e painting neatly up for disappearance back within his well-guarded pocket.
"HEY! I said MOVE YOUR FUCKING FINGERS!" Mugen screeched, grabbing for the scroll. The ronin sways and Mugen not only gets a good look at the lamp stand but also the floor. The darkness was swift and absolute.
"MUGEN! JIN! What happened to the light? I can't see anything- OWW! My nose…" came a girlish squawk from the outside.
"WHAT THE FUCKING HELL, YOU BASTARD? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?"
Silent beauty… he knew it was a dream.
"Hmm…" Jin mourned to himself.