Through the Girls
One raven-haired woman eyed the silver-haired demon with lust as she trailed her fingers down his well-muscled chest. "Are you sure it can't wait?" she purred. "After all, wouldn't hanging out with us gals be more entertaining than whatever you need to attend to?"
Sesshoumaru was quite sure that demons doing idiotic things would be much more entertaining than a band of love-sick humans. He tried to back away without hurting them, but this just made them close in on him even tighter.
Frustrated, he let out a flare of his youki. It was more than tenfold weaker than his normal flare, but it was enough to startle the women, thus allowing him an escape to freedom. He darted past their silken gowns and down the carpeted steps.
They clearly weren't happy, judging from their shrieks of outrage. Sesshoumaru badly wished for the Feudal Era, a time when he could have blasted the women into smithereens and no one would have lifted a finger. But now, in the twenty-first century, that was no longer possible. The youkai population had dwindled dramatically.
Sesshoumaru ambled down twisting corridors, each with more splendor than the last. The human gamblers he passed were much too drunk to notice him.
