Out of His Way
The bright chandeliers nearly blinded his sensitive eyes, but Sesshoumaru did his best not to show it. Gamblers sitting at tables downed sake as they crowed at their wins and wailed at their losses. They eyed his long silver hair, obviously wondering why it looked like something that came from Feudal Japan.
Sesshoumaru shifted in his crisp white suit, wishing for his traditional hakama and haori. They were much better than the tasteless modern clothes humans preferred. He resisted the urge to rip the fabric off his lithe body.
As he was ready to descend the grand staircase, a line of women barred him from continuing. They purred seductively while leaning forward, showing their cleavage. Sesshoumaru only gave them a bored glance.
"What's a handsome man like you doing without a date on your arm?" whispered a woman with shining chestnut hair.
"Yes, wouldn't you like some company?" murmured a brunette with astonishingly red lips. Her lips puckered, and Sesshoumaru leaned away.
He was quick to reply coolly, "I have important business to attend to, and you're in the way."
