Charles Patricius

[Bloodedge]

By the time Reiji sat down, Sakura was teasingly asking if he'd seen anything he liked. He'd seen quite a few things that fit that description, actually. Every part of Sakura that was visible, was enjoyable. Reiji even found himself enjoying the oddities in her demeanor, from moments of childlike innocence all the way to the disturbingly mature vulgarities. "Where would I even start?" he asked rhetorically. He hadn't seen a single thing he disliked thus far. According to Sakura, she'd seen something to appreciate. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what she was talking about. As he took up his own sponge and wet it with soapy water, Reiji almost scoffed. "I would hope so. You caused it," he alleged.

Kusanagi was on the receiving end of conversation much more than normal as of late. He didn't seem to mind it, though. This woman seemed infinitely curious about his motivations. He'd humor her with some answers, whether they were what she sought or not. First and foremost, he wanted to know how worthwhile she considered herself. Taking the answer that fit her role as a hooker, she claimed no complaints were ever lodged against her. That was good. "I want you for whatever use you have. Maybe I do want you for abuse; I do want to see how that plays out. And if you're good enough at what you do, maybe I'll keep you for that. Mostly... I need you to get me through the door," he explained. Just then, he walked through the entrance and approached the counter. Having an obvious 'working girl' in his company, Kusanagi was easily given his reserved room key. They would be going to the fifth floor via elevator. "I wonder. What do you think I'm going to use you for, whether for tonight or for three days?"

[Apollymi]

By the time Reiji sat down Sakura had already begun teasing him ever so gently. He even made a statement which implied that he had no idea where to start. This was sarcasm of the sort that Sakura understood and thus the smile on her face became a little giggle. "Obviously you could start wherever you like~" she claimed as if it was amusing to think of. Regardless they both seemed apt to begin washing and Sakura did so moving from the top of her body downward. Though she'd had a bath recently she couldn't help but be amused by the idea of sharing one with someone like Reiji who seemed to be coming further and further out of his shell the longer he was in her company. Of course, one of his first claims to the idea that she liked something she saw, was to point out that she'd been the cause, "Am I really? I had no idea~" Sakura had been trying hand at sarcasm and it seemed to be capable of working it in, during these flirty situations, though she'd still not managed a normal bit of sarcasm yet.

The green haired man and his prostitute company seemed to be making their way into a love hotel. This didn't seem to be a very odd thing to her at all and perhaps given her own job description it wasn't odd at all. When she asked him about his motivations, it seemed that he wanted her for whatever she was good for. He did actually want to play out the abuse to see what would happen but at present he was using her just to get into this hotel. That was odd news but that put other ideas in her head. Prying into the business of someone up to something less than legal wasn't really something she would be doing on purpose. And given his actions, from stealing the car to offering her a huge sum of money, she assumed that whatever he was actually doing wasn't something she really wanted to be part of, "That is reason enough I guess," she decided to leave that topic alone for now. And waited as he claimed his key card. Apparently, they'd be going to the fifth floor so she'd follow him to the elevator without much to say, "I can't really say... I entertained this being some kind of strange trap. I also figured I could just be some kind of bait or meat shield or even just a distraction. You could also just be using me to give you something to do while you do whatever it is you actually came here to do... it's hard to tell. You don't read like normal clients, or even normal people." The girl concluded with her brows slightly furrowed. He truly was a confusing person to talk to but she'd seen some very odd people in her life already.

[Bloodedge]

Starting wherever he liked would surely result in Reiji breaking spacetime at some point; he'd have to do everything at once. It seemed Sakura was presently following her plan, however, as she'd done the first thing in order. Well... getting naked for a bath was natural, but none could convince Reiji that sensual display wasn't done with purpose. "Then we'd still be here for ages while I figure out the answer," he said. Reiji scrubbed his body with soapy water while thinking. During that time, it seemed almost like his dick was trying to help the washing process as it twitched and throbbed in such a way as to rub his own torso repeatedly. These thoughts and mental images were too much for any man. Another flirt passed Sakura's lips, this time in the form of sarcasm. She knew fully how much arousal she caused, and she'd clearly done most of it on purpose. Reiji scoffed a bit playfully. "Your ignorance is forgiven," he teased. "But yes. And as your senior, I hold you accountable. You'll have to take responsibility."

Kusanagi would soon have an interesting night for an array of reasons. The newest of them, of course, would surely be delving into the mind of a hooker. The turning point in their conversation, and thus the establishment of a plan not previously entertained by Kusanagi, would occur once they were in the elevator. What she thought Kusanagi wanted from her was shared, and it covered all the bases one would expect. Her last assumption was the only accurate one, but being a meat shield wasn't such a bad idea; he'd keep that one for later. "Sou ka. That's not bad," he observed apathetically. As they had a small amount of time, Kusanagi decided to test something else. "You're a prostitute. Show me something sexy," he urged.

[Apollymi]

Sakura had teasingly told Reiji to start where he liked, and in return she got to witness something of a struggle before the man himself admitted that it would take forever. That smirk on Sakura's face wouldn't be going anywhere any time soon, no she was too busy enjoying Reiji's personality. "Oh? Is that the case, I wonder why~" Sakura mentioned happily. In truth, she'd given a bit of an outline for her method of introducing them to sex with each other properly. But she was mostly just flirting with him now, she wondered if he remembered what she said. Still, she'd feigned ignorance and been granted forgiveness, though accordingly she'd be held responsible as he was her senior. Sakura turned to Reiji and there was something slightly unnerving about the way she smiled. "Ehe~ Holding me accountable? I'd actually really enjoy finding out how you plan to do that... Reiji-san~" she claimed as she watched his dick twitch and throb. Her own form was all clean and she was content to sit. "Should I get your back for you... Reiji-san?" she asked the man content to invade his personal space in a seemingly harmless way.

As Sakura did something exceedingly harmless but also a bit threatening, a prostitute in an elevator was still talking to a man she couldn't read properly. It would seem that any of her listed thoughts about what he could be using her for, were good, but not in a way that she could figure out which one was the actual reason. "That's really not saying much..." she said still confused. As a prostitute she was quite used to reading clients. Figuring out in a moment what a man found attractive and getting him to come to her for it, was the primary function of her ability to read people. In this scenario she was basically blind. Why had she been chosen, what was it about her he liked, did he even like anything about her at all... it was quite hard to read so his desire to see something sexy from her would gain him a look of confusion first and foremost. Her whole body was sexy, she'd dressed to be sexy, to seem sexually available. She watched him in a way that was similar to how he watched others, she tested the waters, ran a hand through her hair, drew attention to her face, she licked and bit her bottom lip. She moved her hands towards her own hips. She tugged gently at the side of her shirt, showed more of the skin of her breast tugged her thong, pulled at the non-existent button on her shorts. She searched his face for a reaction to know where she could go next, what would appeal. But... "This is odd to try and do while not knowing what you're looking for. Sexy is mostly an opinion," she commented.

[Bloodedge]

If Sakura could be compared to a vehicle, one could say her brakes were faulty. Every word she said came with a hint of teasing at minimum. If it wasn't teasing, it was somehow... eerily challenging. One such example came when Reiji spoke of holding her accountable, which he fully intended to do since she forced him into an erect state over the past fifteen minutes or so. He shifted his gaze toward the girl who was surprisingly fully clean already, and more surprisingly looking like some sort of heartthrob monster... if such a thing existed. "I'm sure you would. Though, if I had to guess, I'd say it will require a great deal of effort on my part," he conceded. It was high time Reiji caught up in the cleanliness department; he'd hardly done more than his legs, arms and torso. Before he made any additional progress however, Sakura was asking about washing his back. That was such a cliché, such a trap... and Reiji was going to jump right into it while knowing fully what sort of outcome there could be. "At this point, it would be a disservice to myself if I turned you down. Arigatou," he said after brief consideration, holding the sponge over his shoulder and leaning forward.

Kusanagi wasn't giving much of an answer, nor did he intend to. When he spoke, he did so mostly to himself, and secondarily for the sake of garnering reactions. More importantly, he wanted to see something in this woman. He demanded that she do something sexy. Upon hearing that, she went about performing numerous little gestures that were indeed sexually appealing ─ more so than most women could hope to be. For a prostitute, she seemed several cuts above the norm... yet Kusanagi only stared blankly at her throughout those showings. She claimed sexiness was a matter of opinion. While that was true, it only fell into what Kusanagi was fishing for. "Sou ka. You really don't care. If I ask you to do something sexy, you'll do what you think I want to see. But... you can't figure me out. You're just doing what others have liked, but not... you," he observed with a mild hint of intrigue. The elevator stopped, and Kusanagi stepped out into the hall once its door slid open. "Come on," he urged. Only three doors down, Kusanagi entered a room lit dimly with blue lights, a single window, a king-sized bed, and a blue couch with two long cushions. Still, he wasn't quite done talking. "Next time, honesty. Show me something sexy that you can be proud of. I want to see your... shifts."

[Apollymi]

Reiji would be learning something very interesting over the course of this interaction, and this was in reference to his own kind of analogy. Tohsaka Sakura, wasn't a car with faulty breaks, she was simply created without them. She'd been coasting along for most of their interaction but the moment she decided to do something an increase in speed and action would be applied. Her picture taking, her flirty commentary and even her alluring little challenges were all meant as acts of seduction and they wouldn't be stopping any time soon. "Sure, it will likely take great effort, but you did say you were looking to work at something you could be proud of~" she said in a teasing manner. She could consider herself a high impact workout for most people. Anyone who could potentially keep up with the reality of her sexual appetite was at base a higher order being. Moving on from that little flirt it seemed that Reiji was a bit more into taking risks than his life would imply. Or maybe he'd been worked up too much to think straight. Either way, Sakura was quite certain he knew what he was getting into so she stood behind him a huge grin on her face as she accepted his sponge. "I wasn't actually sure you'd accept, I'm actually quite surprised, Reiji-san~" she said aloud. Slowly did she begin a hand against his back as she washed in small circles. She actually did intend to wash his back but this was also simply an opportunity to get a feel for his musculature. It wouldn't be until she needed more soap that it became a bit devious as she leaned over his shoulder with her breasts pressed against his back sliding around against his skin. "This really is a nice body, Reiji-san~" she claimed as she looked at the side of his face from his left shoulder. Still her eyes would be found peeking down at his manhood eventually. It truly was amazing to see in this world.

At the same time, another two people were getting to know each other, in a strangely platonic way considering one of them was a prostitute. What was more, instead of figuring out what this man was actually looking for, she'd found out in an offhanded kind of way. He seemed to be analyzing her, coming to the conclusion that she was showing him what he thought would be sexy and that it was odd for her because she couldn't tell what he was looking for, "I am selling sex. It only makes sense to appeal to the person buying it..." she said though she was honestly confused, her face showed it. Did this man really think a prostitute would give him genuine reactions? "Freaky." she murmured as she followed him out. They didn't even go very far before entering a room. It was very blue but the color was far from something she minded. Ah, apparently there was something he wanted, honesty. He wanted a prostitute to give him an honest response because he wanted to she her... shifts as he called them. Well he was about to see one, simply because what he wanted the truth from someone who hid it as a matter of occupation. Her face cracked, but not in anger. No... she laughed, genuinely enough for it to reach her eyes. "Are you fucking kidding me?" she asked almost rhetorically. If she'd known this was what she was getting herself into, she likely would have pretended not to hear him speaking to her. "Fine, I'll... put forth an honest effort since it's what you're paying for... but it's a hard thing to do," she offered. She had no reason to avoid doing what he asked. And every reason to attempt to make sure wasn't dissatisfied lest she end up a body in a gutter somewhere.