Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28144855-20161006153517/@comment-28144855-20161011205141

Taeko steels herself and nods. "Ok I will sing one song for you." She blushed but continued nonetheless. she sang an old zipangese song.

"Cherry blossom tree above me

Petals at my feet

Once a proud and beautiful warrior

Now fallen all the same

Dying in the cold snow snow and wind

One last look into the sunset

One last breathe

A dead blood stained smile

Forever in the company of blooming blossoms." Taeko sang, sporting a massive blush as she finished. She had a beautiful, melodic voice that captivated Vension.

"T-that is an old song by a namless samurai from the old times." She explained.

The Shirohebi blushed at his statement, Looking at LoS disappearing behind the decorated screen. As he ebtered the onsen section proper, he could see the beauty of the many differently shaped pools and fountains. The crystals reflecting the outside light in almost a magical way giving the place a relaxing atmosphere. Many Kitsune statues and figurines adorned the place, the Incense sticks slowly burning, filling the place with a calming scent. The place was breathtaking to say the least. As he undressed himself and entered a pool he found the water temperature to be just the perfect temperature.

Naoko pondered what to do for a few moments. Then she slid down her Miko outfit and slithered after Cire, covering her private parts with her hands. Her skin pale and beautiful like the finest porculain, her round ample breast, squeezed behind her hand, her white hair flowing down her back. She entered the pool where Cire was in and said blushing. "I-it's for t-the heat..." she mumbled as she immerged her body in the water until it hid her breasts underneeth it and a slight curtian of steam emanating from the water surface.

(Repter, you could have entered. My room is very spartan, not too much in it. My old sky blue Gi with the Kimura family insignia that mother made for me on display, two katana swords The evil Murasama and the Good Masamune, the offerings of the two master craftsmen to the temple, on  a stand made of rose wood. A futon, then a small tatami mat for meditation, close to it a stand with an incense stick holder. Then a Table a chair and a in wall built closet.)