Ling sat on his bed with his knees tucked up under his chin. He was currently in a blissful state of half-awareness in which he let himself succumb to the warm, tingling sensation of sleep while enjoying the gentle pulls at his hair. There was something infinitely relaxing about having his hair played with: the feel of fingers running through his hair, the occasional tug that seemed to stretch his scalp. It was something he very much enjoyed, and not very secretly at that.
Luckily for him, many of his girls seemed to adore fixing his hair up. He wasn't quite sure why it was so appealing (weren't they tired of fixing their own hair everyday?), but he never complained about it. Except maybe when they made him leave the accessories in. That could be a little embarrassing if the right people saw him (and had been that one time, though the rumors had died down pretty quickly afterwards). Thankfully Yin hadn't brought any with her today.
He breathed out through his nose and sank further into himself. This had been a rather quiet visit so far, but that was okay with him. Sometimes these girls could be a little overwhelming.
"You seem very relaxed today, Young Lord," Yin stated.
"Mmm, yes. It's been a good day."
"I'm glad to hear it," she replied, and she did sound glad. Then she added, "You know, I must say, for a man your hair is always so soft and free of knots. How do you do it?"
"I have wonderful helpers like you, Yin."
She giggled, then parted his hair right down the center, all the way from front to back. From the corner of his eye, he spied a silk package laying on the mattress next to them, the tail end of some bone pins peeking out at the edge. It appeared it was going to be an accessory day after all.