<div class="floatright">(http://i58.tinypic.com/97m96r.jpg)</div><strong>Reijiro Shiori</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234223.msg11520031#msg11520031)<br/><br/>Just as before, a compliment from Keitaro gets a strong reaction from Shiori.  She blushes, her cheeks reddening slightly, her soft lips curving upwards into a shy smile.  For a moment, she shifts from foot to foot, her gaze lowered, looking more like a demure maiden than a Matsu warrior.  Her eyes meet his, her amber-flecked orbs wide.  "It was my pleasure... Keitaro-san."  She says, as their gaze locks, her expression of shy pride slowly fading to be replaced by... Shiori's eyes grow wider, her chest rising and falling noticeably as the moment lengthens, her breath quickening.<em>Keitaro-san...</em>Shiori's lips part ever so slightly.<br/><br/>And then the spell is broken.  Shiori runs her hand through her long hair, brushing out her ponytail, smiling cheerfully.  "Haha, right!  Rations, rations!  I should get mine as well."  Averting her eyes, carefully looking at everything but Keitaro, she scurries over to her own pack, opening the top, rummaging around in it.<br/><br/>Her wandering gaze finds Maseko.  Rather more of Maseko than she expected to see.  Shiori's eyes first widen, than narrow, her lips pressing together.  After considering for a moment, she shakes her head, turning her attention back to her pack; it was the only polite way to respond, after all.  Once again, she finds herself mentally comparing their two outfits, since both were designed to display a bit more of the wearer's form than the average kimono.  With Maseko's outfit though, it seemed more deliberate, a display of sexuality.  And it seemed more given to accidental flashing, like now.<em>That's a problem I've never had.</em>Shiori thinks to herself smugly as she bends further at the waist, rooting around deeper in her pack.