<span style="font-weight: bold">Shotoku Ariyama</span>-<span style="font-style: italic">Bedroom</span><br/><br/>The intrusion was unexpected. Then again, this entire scenario was unexpected. She was no arithmancer, and so she had no way of predicting the day’s events - including this one. The boy’s eyes roamed over her form, the tight leather hugging every curve and marking every aspect of her body in painstaking detail before him. She certainly had enough of an endowment to make him gawk even without the outfit but her hips and the clothes that she wore emphasized her sex appeal; this accomplished precisely what she set out to accomplish: she made men sweat and boys lose their minds. Of course, men weren’t the only ones who’d been in her bed and she didn’t consort with<span style="font-style: italic">boys</span>- but the tease was always there.<br/><br/>The boy’s reaction was thus completely expected, and his presence somehow reminded her that she should have her EpiPen nearby - and her purse, as a matter of fact…and her laptop…but she had seen none of these things. She hoped there was nothing here that had jellyfish-based ingredients in it. Come to think of it, though, she sincerely hoped there was<span style="font-style: italic">some</span>sushi here…<br/><br/>“Anata wa moete iru,” she stated in a calm tone, although her widened eyes belied it.<br/><br/>The man was indeed on fire, the flames licking at his clothing like hungry snakes writhing upon his flesh as they hunted for a meal. She could already feel the heat from those flames but she didn’t know what to do about it; there was no flour here, no bucket to fill with water, and she knew nothing of fire beyond that it was a living, breathing thing that needed fuel. Right now, this boy was the fuel.<br/><br/>Ariyama took a step back as her left forefinger pointed at the flames. The fire’s light reflected off of her sapphire earrings and made the leather shine, further accentuating the tightness of her clothing and the sensuous curves of her form. Her brown eyes were likely not noticed at all, nor the straight black hair that graced her Japanese head.<br/><br/>“Anata wa moete iru,” she repeated, not knowing what else to do.<br/><br/><dl class="codebox"><dt>Translations | <a href="javascript: void(0);" onclick="var spoiler = this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('dd')[0]; if ( spoiler.style.display == 'none' ) { spoiler.style.display = 'block'; this.innerHTML = '-'; } else { spoiler.style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '+'; };">+</a></dt><dd style="display: none;"><span style="font-style: italic">Warning: Google Translate may or may not be 100% accurate. For the sake of RPs, however, it works well enough.</span><br/><br/>Anata wa moete iru = You are on fire</dd></dl>