Miyuki nodded, stripping down quickly as she followed Davindi's instructions to the letter. Sometimes in the shrine, there were multiple tasks, multiple performances she needed to attend for different groups of people. At times when magic was at a premium, Miyuki had to run from one end of the city to the other to attend to the functions of different warlords, often needing to take detours or skirt around the city which was not exactly the safest thing to do. Although Miyuki was never attacked during one of her urgent trips, tales of young priestesses kidnapped to be sold or raped while their fighting counterparts were subject to similar treatment was not unheard of. It was why Miyuki and her fellow priestesses needed to be trained in basic combat and magic, and someone of Miyuki's repute in her shrine needed advanced spells to ensure her safety.<br/><br/>Back to the hurried change, Miyuki scrubbed herself well, keeping a moan in as the stone vibrated along her crotch. It was something Miyuki used when she finished a performance sweaty and slightly fatigued, something she could use to make herself clean before laying with the patron of the event if such a request was made. Several times Miyuki checked herself, ensuring that she was free of body hair save for the ones on her head. People back in Shinano loved their women clean of body hair, and Miyuki was often portrayed as one with smooth skin, lacking the hair which interfere with the beauty of displaying their skin for show.<br/><br/>Davindi was an expert on her hair, Miyuki keeping herself perfectly still for him to work with haste and precision. The boots and leather was quickly worn, Miyuki checking herself in the mirror as a second opinion should Davindi enquire. Her suit was clinging to her well, Miyuki ensuring that the garment covering her crotch was well fit, her urgency and need to look good overcoming any sense of lust or sensuality as Davindi's fingers pressed up onto her.<br/><br/>The owner's words were quick and fast, Miyuki almost in a constant nod as she adjusted herself. She understood how she could influence the value of an outfit just by placing a story on it, or a legend even. Miyuki's first garments were sold for a respectable amount to buyers during a fund raising campaign by her shrine, and the garments she wore during her initiation, including the panties which her virgin blood stained, sold for a princely amount, a record for the shrine unbroken till today. Miyuki harbored a suspicion that it might be more than the ceremonies her garments went through which spurred men to buy them, but the bard would rather think of more important issues.<br/><br/><strong>"You can count on me, Master Davindi."</strong>Miyuki said, nodding at her final appearance. Moving over to her bag, she pulled out her flute, something which might help in her attempt to spin a story. Turning to Far Davindi, Miyuki gestured for him to stay still and relax, before playing a song. A song which carried the words of magic as a sort of Inspiration to the man.<br/><br/><strong>"Master Davindi, I have given you inspiration to ensure that your pitch is successful. As for me, Miyuki will do her best to make this a successful sale!"</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body">Cast Bardic Inspiration on Far Davindi, 1d8 bonus to any ability check, attack roll, or saving throw.</div></div>