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[Oh... She's not worrying.

But to play into the act, she does clutch his arm a bit tighter, lean on him just a bit heavier. But even then, it's hard to tell if she's genuinely heady from the strongly scented (and sometimes spiked) smoke or if she's just using it as an excuse to nuzzle into his fur, humming with a little rumble as she cracks an eye back open and gives the bouncer a little wave. Down, down into the basement...

So many things were allowed down here. Encouraged. Celebrated.

"Innocent" looking eyes flit over the debauchery they find, growing slightly wicked the further they go. Maybe that's why her fingers begin playing with the buttons of her blouse. One undone... two undone... a hint, a bit more of pale white cleavage...]

Would those gentlemen be the illicit dealers you mentioned... ?

[The ones she had suggested fucking if he wanted to watch. The ones she had said could just watch, if he preferred to have her himself. How titillating.]

[Women loved his fur. Well, women and Genya. Even if she was actually weak from the smoke she still chose to snuggle up against his fur while she hung on him. That contact also means he's confident in her location, leaving his own eyes to flit around the basement lounge.]

[In his mind, the sex was the least sketchy thing happening. The sex was just a means to enjoy themselves through the highs and lows. He spots a few of the usual dudes. He considers sending a signal but then his attention is drawn back,]

Lady, you can't just say it out loud, [he tilts his head to look down at her, realizing she's undone quite a few buttons. The pale cleavage is nice, sure, but, is that the edge of something dark peeking out? Didn't look like a hidden suit mark.]

They're fine, upstanding gentlemen. I can introduce ya', if you'd like.

[Or make her an offering in exchange for information about what new underground mixes were on the market. See if he could find anything out about that Zone stuff.]

[What's not to love? It's soft, it feels good to stroke, rubbing against skin... and oh. She has it in her to feign embarrassment, reaching up to cover her lips with her fingers as if needing to shush herself to prevent letting any other secrets or tells spill free.]

Oops... Sorry...

[A coquettish bit of consideration goes into it, whether to go back to her first little fantasy of this being some sort of trade, but... he said he didn't like to just watch, didn't he? He preferred doing the having... so she could play that game another time, with another person. She ends up pouting slightly and shaking her head, choosing him with a little tightening of her grip on his arm.]

Didn't you want me for yourself... ?

[It's not a suit mark peaking out from her shifting, half-unbuttoned blouse. It's not not rounded like the curves of a Heart, Spade or Club, not pointed like a Diamond... hints of yellow and black...]

I don't mind if you have to do a little business first, but... if you kept me waiting too long unsatisfied, I might accidentally get stolen away...

[Lashes flutter teasingly, gaze flicking to and back from the faint sounds of a moan in one of the smoky corners.]

Of course... if you needed to offer me as a bonus to sweeten a deal... and they needed a demonstration to make sure I was up for such a scandalous thing...

[Wouldn't that satisfy both little urges? A girl could dream...]

[There was the muddy line between his business and his pleasure. Offering her up to someone might be better for business. Taking her for himself was better for pleasure. Or would the information he earned be more important than some random lady he picked up in the lobby?]

[Just some random lady, not like the hint of tattoo brings anything to memory from just that corner glimpse. Although the number of people he's met with tattoos was so small... maybe more, once Kiritsubo got her hands on people. With that, the pieces are on the table, he's just a bit distracted to put them together. She's offering tantalizing ideas and he's wondering which contact he should approach first. Plus, which one can he save the most face with?]

You really got a mind like a porno plot, lady. It's cute, [he follows it up quickly, in case there was any room for doubt.]

Ten minutes of business max. [he flashes a grin, starting to tug her in the direction of a booth. She can see his posture and attitude shift from one type of bravado to another. There's a certain type of swagger he puts on with underworld types, an extra level of shielding as he starts exchanging greetings with the figures around the table.]

[Just some random lady. One who giggles and coquettishly purses her lips, accepting his dubious praise and her ten-minute-long concession to letting him ~business~, for all she seems to be somewhat ignorant of exactly how that would be done outside of an AV script. But if they're both happy with the results, then what does it matter, hmm?

She goes along more than willingly, doing her best impression of switching from the cuter, cruder woman he had met in the lobby to a more befitting eye candy for the arm of a drug-dabbling business dealer. Perhaps she has chosen an aloof sort of bit, seeing as she never even introduces herself beyond a smile and a flutter of lashes. Though she begins the talk at Aak's side, curves melded to his arm and nestled hip to hip... slowly she begins to show an interest in their company. Little encouraging phrases here and there, noncommittal but vaguely forward, a touch lingering on the knee, a laugh that's so perfectly flattering...

It's never said in clear words aloud (not yet anyway), that she might be on offer... but when one of the men starts signalling that he might know things, have a connection... she certainly turns her attention there, ever so helpful. He seems more willing to talk when she is leaning towards him, the next button on her blouse fairly quivering with the strain of keeping the fabric closed. When he stalls and starts hemming about them not being usual customers, she pouts and scoots over more his way, and before long she is in his lap, helping in quiet, subtle ways to plyi answers to Aak's questions out, ever so helpfully.

As she croons a question for him, flattering him and his connections while bringing attention to how Aak wanted to know this or that, that she would be so grateful, too... he tries to take advantage and be a bit fresh, whether she was potentially someone else's woman or not. When he plucks teasingly at her clothing, easily popping that strained button to spill a bit more of her cleavage free...

It reveals a tell-tale wasp masquerading at first glance as a bee, crawling across the dripping honeycomb of a hive to be plundered all inked in perfect lines and crisp colors across her pale breast.

And if Aak's eyes travel there... When they travel back up it will be to find his companion smiling wicked.]

[It was, at least, easier to get information within his particular area of expertise. Aak tried not to ask about any other criminal elements of the place. Sometimes they came up, no person was wholly immune to bragging, after all. And sometimes it would be dropped in a sentence so casually, like the acts and deals were the picture of normalcy, and it would surely set a normal person's heart to ice.]

[To Aak, it's just the briefest flicker of discomfort before offering praise or understanding.]

[The market for drugs that originated outside the walls of the resort was a strange and volatile one. The supply was erratic and seemed to depend on what worlds had residents here. In order for a drug to make their way here, at least one person from its native world needed to be a guest. And Aak can reassure him, nah, nah, he talked to the person who knew about it, she was still here. She wouldn't be turned to stone so easy! So, there's at least one person there...]

[While mainly handling negotiations, Aak does end up casting his eyes towards his companion. He's wondering if maybe the mention of another woman might cause some vitriol to slip into those eyes...]

[... Ah. Aak has to stifle a laugh into a cough. In the back of his mind he just thinks, well, damn, if she didn't like the cover story that much she could have said something! It's all in good jest, though, and the request is out there for what he's going to be looking for.]

[It's an interesting enough conversation. His companion is actually intrigued by the answers, the possibility of whether the drug she was familiar with would ever, could ever, make its way to the black market back halls of the Golden Peacock. It would be terribly dangerous for the guests if it did, after all. It could be terribly advantageous for her if it did.

And how sweet, that Aak is so sure that Kiritsubo wouldn't be turned to stone. A ringing endorsement, even.

So there's no vitriol to be found. Only the wicked smirk shared outside of the range of the dealer's vision, the inside joke now revealed in the marks of a tattoo far too distinctive to belong to anyone but the woman Aak had met in the pods. Except then... and now... Oh, what a cute cover. The classic cough maneuver. As Aak clears his throat, the woman just then revealed as Kiritsubo continues to play the part of slightly-slutty assistant in the criminal's lap, and that act continues until the talk is complete.

Until she crawls off said lap and slinks on all fours back across the cushioned seats. A playful little squeal and a chastising "naughty boy!" are thrown back over her shoulder when the dealer takes advantage of the view and the scandalously short skirt to land a little spank as she leaves, but it doesn't veer her from the path towards her goal. Towards Aak, towards knees that her hands alight upon, tattooed tits threatening to spill from the half-undone blouse. From here, back close, still all but flashing their more unsavory company...

She cannot help but search her escort's face for his opinion on her little prank, sweeter looking lips than the wicked ones he'd seen when they first met curling into a smile. The cover story hadn't been an issue, but when she found the opportunity to tease him this way...]

Ten minutes max, wasn't it... ?

[And if business was over...]

[If Aak wasn't so used to attractive women getting one over on him...]

[It's not like he's lost anything from her prank. They've done exactly what they set out to do. She just got to delight in his lack of knowledge for a bit. He would probably do the same if he could change his appearance so dramatically. It's a slight jostle to his feeling of control but he'd endured worse. Especially since the woman crawls over to him with a perfect excuse to not be talking to these guys any longer.]

[He brushes his hand over her shoulder, trailing down to the curve of her back. Up close she can see the little signs that he was surprised by her play. She can also see a strain to his smile under the fur although it's hard to attribute that to her or the crowd of men they're speaking with.]

Aw, babe, you weren't having fun? [he leans into her a bit, so he has enough reach to drag a hand over the curve of her ass and make sure her skirt's some amount of smoothed. It doesn't cover anything but that's a different problem.]

You did a good job fakin' it, if you weren't. Women sure are good at that, huh.

[While it sounds like misogynistic garbage it's also a simple compliment mixed into casual conversation. She's good at that.]

Mmmm, we are.

[She was. And because she is who she is... There is no offense she can take, whether his words were taken straight or for the insinuation beneath them. Not only was she someone who had been born in a misogynistic age in which much poorer opinions about women were commonplace... She could tell what he meant, and she appreciated the compliment. Besides... As mildly interested as she was in whether someone could actually find Zone-00 in this place...

The main thing she had come out for today was Aak.]

But I want to have fun with you...

[... Teasing him was a perk. The lean closer required to smooth her skimpy skirt down over her ass (as much as possible) allows her to leave his knees with a little squeeze, threatening to crawl right into his lap if her attention weren't diverted. - It is, for a brief moment, for sharp nails to toy with his shirt collar, her lips curling higher in the corners with a rosy, mischievous smile.]

Do you want to share with your new friends, or should we get a room... ?

[One of those scenarios was lewder than the other... but only one of them was a situation she might actually answer questions about how in the world he had met a youthful red-head in the hotel lobby and not a white-haired tanuki.]

[When it was a stranger, the idea of passing her around or sharing with some of the guys here was more enticing. Hell, it might have been fine if he'd just been sure of who he was with the whole time. Kiritsubo wouldn't have said everything she did in disguise if she didn't mean it. They'd agreed beforehand that this sort of play might happen!]

[He might try to push through, to do something he wasn't wholly comfortable with just to spite his own mind. Except the same way he believes Kiritsubo would be down to get naked with every guy here, she says she wants to have fun with him.]

[That's affecting him more than the sensual teasing. The feeling of plump thighs against him or the teasing of her fingers is nice but it's her words that help him stand a bit more firmly on the ground. That does suggest that he's working more with his mind than his cock.]

Now, [he pats her back again, regaining some of the lilt in his voice,]

I bet our friends here are a lot better at that than conversation, but, [Compliment and insult all rolled up in one.]

I'm feelin' a lil' bummed there were no leads today, [he says in an exaggerated tone to make it obviously true and false. The duality of it was easy enough for him to manage.]

I need some healin'. [He leans forward to nuzzle cheek-to-cheek, an affectionate gesture.]

[ In the brief moment when Aak's mind is whirling, grasping for the answer to the tantalizing question of whether he'd like to have her there in front of leering eyes, pass her around and enjoy the view, or retire with her somewhere more private... Kiritsubo is enjoying teasing the dealers a bit too much. A swipe of paw-like hand might have smoothed her skirt down, but it was still short... and though she could be any sort of woman (or man, or perhaps other) that she wished to be... Kiritsubo rarely seemed to shapeshift into someone who liked to wear undergarments. She hums playfully, swishing her hips to provide a tantalizing glimpse, the chance for them to assume a promise she did not make about what they might get if they came back with actual answers sometime...

But her true attention is on Aak and his answer, which makes her giggle softly with the joke. ]

What a lucky thing, that I possess a touch that can revive even the most forlorn of men~

[ The fact that she has arrived to meet him looking as she did now might have called into question what her "real" or "natural" form was... but perhaps the ears and tail she'd had when they first met in the Pods were part of that Truth, because her response to the rub against her cheek is a bit too naturally canine to seem fully human, nuzzling back as if she, too, had a muzzle and an instinct to mark him with her scent.

She plants a kiss upon his cheek to seal it, and then she's off. Off Aak's lap, off the lounge, off down the hall but never too far ahead of him that she isn't just in view, back to to the hostess for a quick chat, then off to a private room, the door left ajar for Aak to deal with...

So that Kiritsubo can hop onto the mattress with a gay laugh, kicking off her heels and leaning back just enough to strike a sultry pose, putting herself on display as if to show off how very different she looked today than when they had met last, offering herself up for "examination". And now that they were alone...]

I hope you don't mind a little prank~

[Aak laughs, too, seeming delighted by how she mirrors an animalistic gesture. It's a gesture that doesn't pair as well with the shape she's taken right now but it certainly pairs her partner.]

[It's true that most of the men present there would jump at the chance to have her. That's part of the satisfaction, also, that comes from Aak picking his toys up and going home. Of course, with the way Kiritsubo picks herself up, practically bouncing on her heel, practically leading the medicine man... there may be some suspicions about what relationship they actually had there. Which one was the other's toy, huh?]

[Aak's gait changes a bit once they're out of the sightline of the men in the booth. The pressure of needing to act like an underworld lowlife lifts off his shoulders. Dealing with those types used to be his every day on Lungmen's streets. He'd gotten real rusty at handling it, hadn't he? Admittedly, just like tonight, very rarely did chatting with those types actually net him a reward in the hotel. If it did net him advantages, he'd probably do it more often... and he's unsure how to feel about that.]

[He's pushed it from his mind when they reach the private room, though.]

You really got me there~ [he'll admit with the door closed behind them. He jumps onto the mattress, landing on his side next to where she's splayed herself out. He's not just resting, though, his hands are reaching out to touch while he keeps talking.]

Didja leave those tattoos for me to see? [His hand crests over her chest where the bee and its patterns rest.]

Or are those the stripes you can't change, huh?

[ Kiritsubo might not have looked back on her jaunt through the establishment towards a private room, but she didn't have to. His gait changed, subtle and near silent... but not silent enough to escape a tanuki's ears. It was interesting... But not something she would tease him for or try to pick at to expose the threads. Not when she has another already underway already. Her laugh becomes a playful giggle when his jump on the mattress creates a little bounce for her (and her assets) to ride out, a very fitting sound for the more youthful and "innocent" face she has today despite how not-so-innocent her movement to lean into touch is. ]

I couldn't help myself when the idea came to me ♡

[ When that touch roams towards her chest she ever so helpfully tugs at the already dangerously low neckline, exposing a hint of soft pink areola along with more of the "bee" and dripping honeycomb. ]

My clients would be disappointed if the great Kiritsubo's tattoos were escapable with just a little shapeshifting, wouldn't they... ? Not that most of them could do the same...

[ It really is a shame Aak isn't as easily added to that client list... Her temporarily bright eyes roam shamelessly over him as if wondering what she couldn't do about that... ]

And besides... this way, the people who know where to look can always find me~

[ Words very mindfully chosen, said as if they were the most natural and off-the-cuff things in the world. Because Kiritsubo did not lie... and it was much better if people assumed tigers couldn't change their stripes. Or their appetites for the sort of pleasure found in the little kiss she leans in to press to the tip of Aak's nose, a mischievous warning before she pursued his lips instead. ]

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[Aak doesn't hover-hands for long. She tugs down her top and he's pressing against the skin there. A part of him is being analytical behind the simple face. He's comparing size, heft, to see what parts of her body may be different. He believes her when she says shapeshifter- but a part of him still wants to see how much she changes and what she changes. Like, there had been a piercing before, so he brushes his pinky down there to feel.]

Don't hate a sign like that. [A personal symbol for people in the know. He is comforted by the idea that there was something that would stay the same. Kiritsubo can keep her secrets. After all, the chance that she would ever need to expose the deception is minimal.]

[There's another hint of laughter when she kisses his snout. The sound is engulfed when she presses lips to lips. It's novel, really. It's someone he's kissed before and yet a completely different figure. For someone like him, always chasing novelties and new highs, it should be a perfect situation.]

[He leans over, one hand holding him up while the other explores her current body. His tongue is flicking at her lips immediately, not needing to warm-up with little kisses.]

[ Had there ever been a piercing there? The skin under his touch is virgin soft, somewhat younger and pliant than the body he had become intimate with before. Heavy breasts that had swayed free of constraint were pert and bouncy in a lacy cage, sensitive enough to make her gasp a little into the kiss as he explores, gooseflesh pebbling and nipple growing taut. For a moment she indulges in the act of innocence, flip-flopping between Madonna and Whore, but...

She can't resist after all. A leg creeps up his thigh, hooks over his hip. Her lips part to lure him in, slipping against his... before those same lips close tight around his tongue for a lewd suck. A wrench of her lower half, more strength than the little body looked to have effortlessly expanded to flip him onto his back where she can crawl over and straddle him, eyes glinting with excitement as she reaches up, carelessly popping buttons on her blouse. ]

If you search hard enough, do you think you will find another tell... ?

[ The garment strains before she reaches to pull it off and over her head, tossed aside over the side of the bed. More of Kiritsubo's distinctive ink is bared... and then even more, when a teasing flip up of her short skirt reveals that her scanty panties don't even cover the entirety of the siddham script inked on her mons. ]

Do I weigh the same, but distribute it differently... ? Is my heart the same size... ?

[ She pulls her bottom lip into her mouth for an excited bite, pent-up lust and play in her eyes as she rolls her hips invitingly. ]

Is my cunt still as tight as you remember... ?

[It really was like a totally different body. She could become what anyone wanted. Both the form he saw Kiritsubo in before and this one were attractive. Either one of them could have a dude beating themselves stupid over the head to get her attention. He starts to wonder how she chooses each target. Was this supposed to be someone to target him specifically? Was this just one of many templates in her repertoire? Was each fantasy woman drafted from nothing or influenced by a real world woman?]

[Her behavior, though, shone through. And whether that's another of her tells that she's dangling in front of him or just what she thinks he wants... he doesn't care.]

[His eyes do widen when she flips him, straddles him, and looks down at him like prey. That surprise is tugged a few different directions. There's obvious joy in the shedding of clothes and exposing of skin. However, a part of him wonders if her comments betray a real concern. He was thinking of it scientifically and she saw right through it.]

It's natural to wanna guess, [he's advancing cautiously with the idea this is just a game between them, just like her showing up as a different person all together.]

[She rolls her hips and his hand reaches up to grip her hip. The strength of his grip betrays his reaction better than his face does.]

I think that last one bears some testing, don't you? [And his grin suggests that Kiritsubo doesn't need to worry. Just like with the criminals sharing smoke, he can quickly put on the face of an easily-pleased rube. It's not a hard act to pull off. For all his intellect he was a healthy young man who was eager to be inside her.]

Natural enough~

[ She won't argue with him on that. It is natural, isn't it? She cannot place blame on him for thinking it, and there is nothing judgemental in her voice- not from a woman who looked upon murder, pillage, and poison with the same Eyes that observed love and goodness. It is a game, what they are doing here.

She had still said it, though. Perhaps... Just to let him know that she knew, painted up pretty as flirtatious challenge and dirty talk. If he wanted to do the same, well... ]

But if you want to run an experiment...

[ His grip on her hips is rewarded with another lusty rub against his crotch, longer, this time, like she gets a bit carried away and has to remind herself she had a plan for him. One that involves clenching the muscles of her thighs and levering up off him just so, leaning her weight back enough that he would have room to move his hands down between them. ]

That means you need to get hard for me. Go on... I'm waiting ♡

[ She was also watching, sucking on her bottom lip as she begins unhooking the ties of her skirt to unwrap it and toss it back to whatever corner her blouse had ended up. The pale excuse for panties though... Those could stay for a while. Her pale fingers and perfectly manicured nails looked nice on the dark silk when she reached down to tug the silk tighter against sensitive flesh, rocking slightly to rub herself against the seam line. ]

[It was natural for him, as natural as breathing. The things that held his interest did so with a vice-like grip and the unimportant things fell by the wayside. Kiritsubo's ability was an interesting thing to engage with. Her motives, though, he simply needed to know he wasn't worth any of her harm.]

[Although, she clearly wanted to be so mean to him.]

Aw, come on, I had to talk those guys' ears off and show off for you?

[It's a very put-upon voice, but he'll use the freedom that he gave her. His hand can go down to between his legs, tug a waistband out of the way, use the pretty picture in front of him to make things happen. The pink tip is, to her credit, poked out from the sheath already. He can wrap his fingers around the sheath and start a slow pumping motion to expose more of the organ.]

Didja have to buy those panties? [he teases, watching as she tugs the fabric up and lets it dig between her folds. A short groan while he can imagine the pleasure to come burying himself in her pussy.]

Wouldn't mind some fashion shortcuts, hehe.

[More of his cock crests over the edge of the sheath, barbs getting exposed to the air between them. His fingers slide up past the sheath, catching on a few of those barbs to hike up the pleasure. He can't keep a lady waiting too long, after all.]

Save up your grievances to take out on me the day you make me use my mouth and do all the showing off~

[ It's a challenge as well as a promise of fair play, delivered with a lick of lips and a little smirk. As fun as it was to tease him, she certainyl wouldn't ever stop him from trying to do the same to her, to try and make a situation for them where he might boss her around or play the brat. If he managed it, and it was fun... Whyever would she dislike it?

Her bright, sinfully innocent eyes are eagerly upon his hand, his cock peaking from his sheath and how his fur ripples around the looser skin of his sheath as he pumps, her own hand at work tugging on her scanty underthings until they sink between folds and rub over her clit, her slit, enough to make her hips twitch. ]

I bought them just for this... You have to appreciate them, so I'm not taking them off~

[ But after a tensing of her thighs and a rolling rub into the silky pressure, she reaches down a bit further to tangle her ring finger in the fabric and tug it lewdly aside to offer a more unobstructed view of her pussy. ]

I did check how easy they were to tug aside before I bought them, though... Add it to the list of little tests...

[ She releases the panties to let them snap back in place, this time rubbing down the damp stain appearing in a line that marked her already potent arousal. (Not that this was the surprising part. Kiritsubo was always a single thought from arousal.)]

"Do Kiritsubo's panties provide an extra degree of friction when I'm thrusting, contributing to an orgasm that is .03 percent more pleasurable"... ?

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