The spirits of the air were known for being playful and mischeivous. They were eager to aid in this little game, toying with the woman to see just what sounds she could produce. Small tornados began to form over her chest encircling each breast and forming a funnel around her nipples. Other spirits starting at each finger tip and racing up her arms and then down to her toes, crossing in an X over her sternum. And a steady stream of curious gusts explored every crevice of her body.<br/><br/>Other, harsher winds put great energy into violent gusts along her kimono. The same winds responsible for stealing parisols in a storm were set to make off with her beautiful clothes.<br/><br/>And the man commanding these tempests grinned, tilting his head to one side. Lifting his hand he released his staff, allowing the condensed stiffened rod of air join the fun.