You should all know what There means. It should be self-explanatory because the context should make it clear.
Azusa backed away, distancing himself from Rin. She looked on in puzzlement. He chanted and wrote a series of kanji in the air this time. A bundle was conjured magically on the floor between them. "Baku!" Suddenly, she found herself immobilised. She saw that ropes apparently consisting of black energy were wrapped around her ankles and wrists. Binding spells could not directly affect the target's circulation because the binding was not of physical nature, the person was just rendered unable to move but pressure could not be felt on the skin. He probably thought ropes might make the game less entertaining by cutting it short, and it was definitely not his style. "Why? What do you want?" It was one of her worst panicky moments. Her questions were unanswered. "...Sir?" She asked, this time less loudly and more timidly, remembering that she told him she would be quiet. His expression turned cloudy. "Yikes! I did it again," she thought to herself. Azusa said dryly, "Stop panicking over every little thing. It's getting annoying." Then, she whimpered a protest in a small voice, "But... But anyone would panick if they suddenly can't move their arms and legs..." Azusa raised an eyebrow, "Huh? Did you say something?" "N-No... I didn't." She shrunk back. "Good." His expression became neutral. He opened her legs wider by controling the 2 black strands that were attached to her ankles. "Wha-What? W-Wait!" She protested in yet another loud voice. "You sure enjoy pushing my buttons," Azusa said, instead of sounding annoyed, his tone seemed calm. It actually caused her to worry even more.
Azusa fished out a bottle of transparent liquid from within the bag and narrowed his eyes insidiously, his lips curved into an evil grin. Rin wanted to open her mouth and ask him another question, but she feared ticking him off even more. He closed the distance slowly and poured the liquid directly onto her pubic hair until it's all drenched. Rin squeaked and complained, "It's cold... Sir...". Once the bottle was emptied of its contents, he put it away.
Instead of replying, Azusa pulled a shiny pair of scissors out of the bag. "This thing looks sharp... What is Azusa-sama going to do with it?" Rin's question was based on fear rather than curiosity, but she tried to word it cutely so he might treat her better. "Azusa-sama has no taste for fur," he purred while staring at her There. The wording method worked well on him. "What do you mean?" Then she paused to reword what she meant, "It's not like Azusa-sama is going to taste... Is he?" She asked the questions innocently but they only served to fuel his desire. He responded with his trademark wicked grin, "Who knows? He'll make sure fur never grows on you from now on." What he voiced out sounded like a threat, but her strange mind found it rather cute. He suddenly placed his hand There, causing her to inwardly jump, then proceeded to straighten her pubic hair in a business-like manner. "What is Azusa-sama doing?" She asked cutely, hoping to appease him and receive a favourable answer. "Oh, so you never had a hair cut?" He asked mockingly. "What? But this kind of hair cut shouldn't exist!" She raised her voice while blushing wildly. Yet, he gave her the silent treatment and carefully proceeded with the ahem "hair cut".
Once the pubic hair was cut as short as Azusa could with the scissors, he put them away and took out a spray can with contents unknown to Rin. "Azusa-sama..." "What?" "What is..." "Shut up." He pressed the button on top and covered her pubic hair with pink foam, but he applied it so liberally that it covered a much wider area than just the hair. "Owww... That's cold..." "Serves you right for being such a kiddo." "Azusa-sama's right, I am a kiddo." "So you're not even trying to deny it, huh?" "It means I am young, right? That's a good thing." "Yea, right..." He finished the conversation with sarcasm. She pouted silently.
Azusa brought out a fascinating-looking item that caught Rin's eyes. Seeing her shiny eyes glued to the item made him scowl, green with jealousy, he said, "Don't ask me about this, you wouldn't understand the explanation anyway." She muttered to herself, pouting, "Meanie..." He demanded crossly, "Reserve your shiny eyes for me, don't look at anyone or anything else with that expression." She immediately focused her gaze onto him and said, "Yes, sir." He said with evident satisfaction, "Well, I'll give you the simplest details, though I am not obliged to do that... I didn't make this tool, but it's tried and true. This will get rid of your fur and it won't grow back again." He proceeded to give her a "clean" shave.
