Back upon the busy street - MIdori thought perhaps it was poor taste to not offer to clean up the mess, even with the ethereal servants they had - Midori walked like a lady upon her lover's arm, wagasu preventing her bejeweled body from blinding those who looked at her in the bright sunlight. A good load or two in her ass always made her cuddly with Elektra, hence the continued nuzzling of her powerful bicep while she held both wagasu and leash in her other hand.<br/><br/>Sadly, they didn't have far to walk before Elektra's baser urges were piqued again, though this time it was a different hunger. Midori brought her sleeve up to hide her sigh, before quietly smiling and detaching herself from her wife's arm.<br/><br/>"Were this not a celebration, I fear I would chide you for your focus on your baser instincts," Midori said, before gesturing with her free hand to a spot off the side of the road. "But I am curious about this food of which you speak. I shall secure us a place to seat ourselves over here; please acquire a meal for both of us."<br/><br/>It was, after all, quite rude to walk and eat or drink at once. However, upon the streets packed with vendors, it would be difficult to secure a proper spot to sit and consume their meal. However, Midori was undeterred, finding a spot on the street between stalls, though people were filling it slightly. Moving in to the center of it - she got a wider berth than others, what with her size as a woman and the wagasu she carried (not to mention her lizard-like appearance, uncommon in most regions even though most did not realize she was a dragon) - she glanced around a bit, and determined this spot would be sufficient.<br/><br/>With a quick flick, Midori raised her tail high - her tail as long as she was tall, from beneath the ankle-length pleated back of her outfit, flashing her backside briefly...<br/><br/>...before with the practiced grace of an oiran familiar with Minkaian practices - a grace that one could misconstrue for a dance - she quickly spun, swinging her tail about in a wide circle, before she found herself kneeling properly in her spot, back straight and form yet composed, the spin and her tail driving away the bits of dirt and dust from beneath her in the process. This of course resulted in some nearby giving them further space, not wanting to be struck by her tail, which certainly hadn't been the point, right? No, no of course it hadn't been.<br/><br/>Midori gave her wagasu a twirl, before folding it, and gently setting it across her lap. The instant it was closed, the gold in her scales shone brilliantly in the sun, Midori herself closing her eyes as she reached for her kiseru, a pinch of tobacco in her other hand. With but a snap of her fingers and a spark, the pipe was alight, and she took a long draw from it, releasing a bit of smoke that opted not to dissipate, instead opting to hang around her, as if moving and forming to massage her back...<br/><br/>Suffice to say, between the glittering, the disruption with her flourish, and her brilliant, inverted-nippled bosom held prominently, Midori knew it would not be hard for her wife to find her once she had her meal...