The large man breathed in deeply, puffing his chest as he filled his lungs with her scent. A look of perverse delight as he made his imposing stature more prominent. A meaty, but stubby tongue attempting to wet his lips, but instead just painting on a thick , slightly yellow,  string of saliva. "I haven't been in the company of a woman in over six months.  And the fight has left my body strained and blooding boiling. So i will make you a deal."<br/><br/>His hands push and mangle the kimono, pulling it up, giving his rough calloused fingers access to her supple thighs hiss body pressing against her, the top of his stomach pressing against her heaving mounds with each gulp of air. "Give your body to me, right here, right now, and when I am finished,  you get to walk away."<br/><br/>It was a risk, telling her he was tired and on edge. A proper geisha had many ways to soothe such a mood. A proper Crane would talk pretty and find a way out, a less respectable Crab would be offended and lash out. However, the soft coo under her shocked words, the movement of her skin at his touch, the light in her eyes, something spoke to him. So he gave her an option. A way to submit to carnal desires, while keeping a degrer of modesty. She was only doing it to survive.