"It appears that you are doing well."
Frightened, Ishida turned to face the window. No one appeared to be there. He cautiously began to move forward, his eyes darting around the room so as to catch any suspicious movement. "You need to come out whoever you are. You do not belong here!" He heard rustling in the direction of a small red chair and watched as a woman emerged. It was the one from Soul Society, the one who had saved his life. "Wh…what are you doing here?"
"I heard of your recovery," she said blandly. "I wanted to see you again."
"Do you really think that this is a good idea?"
She shrugged. Casually, she slipped off her sandals and tabi. She removed her arm braces and placed them beside the chair. "What are you doing?" he asked as he watched her pull the obi cord.
"You'll see," she said as it spiraled toward the floor. After a few moments of struggle, her kimono puddled at her feet. As much as he wanted, Ishida discovered that he couldn't turn away. He shamefully enjoyed staring at her naked body and he found that her pert pink nipples especially mesmerized him. He couldn't deny their invitation. Although he was entranced, he crinkled his nose at her growing giggles. "You should see your face. You're so lovely when you blush."
"I…um…what?" Ishida backed away as the naked woman approached him. But his escape proved futile when he backed into a wall. She easily caught him and dragged him back to the red chair. Ishida felt as if they stood in front of the chair, and on the cusp his virginity, forever. Confused, invigorated, and slightly terrified, he found that he could only voice one objection: "I don't think my father will approve."
"That's okay," she said, smiling, "neither will mine."