At Samui laying back down and ensuring she was covered up, Azuki looked a cross between horrified and embarrassed, a bright blush on her cheeks. There was even a sniffle or two as she unsteadily flung herself up to her feet, grabbed her things, and left at haste. How dare that horrible woman say rebuff that poor girl after stringing her along, and leave every man on the beach with blue balls!<br/><br/>Of course, as soon as Azuki found a changing room and began to swap back into her usual well, she had a wide, foxy grin on her face. There was even fist-pumping involved! A JOUNIN! A goddamned JOUNIN gave her a hotel room number! Suck a dick Jiraiya, Azuki was officially way better at flirting and seducing! She would be legend! . . Eventually. When she was old and could publish her memoirs without fear of getting stabbed by embarrassed ex-lovers. She was going to slip out to the hotels and discretely check the area out, maybe wait for a bit in a lounge or restaurant or something before heading to Room 108. The trick was to find that middle line between not being caught waiting outside her door, and not being too late. Thankfully this was her speciality! Honestly, why didn't more people take infiltration specialist training? Even other kunoichi these days didn't tend to learn the more . . classical skills. For shame!