Kaname knelt on a small tatami mat in front of the fire.  She had a pot over it on a tripod, and the water was coming to a boil.<br/><br/>The redhead pinched in a few spices and bullion cubes, followed by several squares of ramen noodles and a half a jar of kimchee.<br/><br/>She sang softly as she stirred these, rising up on her knees and reaching around and bellow her generous bust so that her mesh-encased cleavage threatened to rise out of the skimpy green top.<br/><br/>The curvy redhead was putting on a show for Jun, but in truth she was also practicing.  She had a highly trained awareness of her own sensuality.   A kunoichi who knew her own beauty could learn to control a lover, a party, a random room, even an enemy through the subtleties of posture and body language.  The same woman who taught her to cook—though almost sixty—could manipulate the attention and even control the pulse rate of an entire room full of men in a bulky grey kimono.<br/><br/>Kaname wasn't that good yet.  She had to show some skin. Why not have fun doing it?<br/><br/>The redhead tossed a few hand fulls of bean sprouts into the roiling soup pot, then looked up as her friend's returned with a new girl. She blushed a little and giggled, arms crossing under her breasts.  “Mari-chan, what are you saying about me?”<br/><br/>She looked down at her own cleavage, blushed again, then looked up to the new girl as began to stir the soup.  “Well, it's a good thing that I made a little extra.  The ramen's almost done.”  She smoothly cracked four eggs into the soup, one handed and one at a time, stirring quickly.  A few moments later she grabbed the kettle and lifted it off of the fire.  “Do you have a bowl?”