[She can recall a time when she’d worn the more feminine sort. Her memories from before becoming a Contractor were preserved with visual clarity. She recalls them without trouble, but much like watching yourself on a screen... she feels somehow disconnected from that person. The young woman who had dutifully selected the silks each morning to layer over a lacy bra designed to create the perfect, willowy shape. The young woman who had attended to her family’s darker business at her grandfather’s side for lack of a male heir, eyes cast down and demure. The young woman who had been caught entangled with a maid over those same carefully chosen silks, the shouts, the disgust.
But that woman didn’t exist any longer. Only Hazuki Mina the Contractor remained... and with a long blink, the memories are dismissed away as easily as they’d been brought to recall.
As if she’d thought of nothing important at all, she smiles, just slightly. More a smirk, perhaps.]
Now...
[Naked now but for the bandage still tied about her middle, but showing not an ounce of embarrassment or awkwardness, Hazuki’s fingers move up to brush a bit of sweat-mussed hair from Soundwave’s cheek, trailing down to collarbone, idly tracing down between her breasts.]
I think it’s your turn.
[And if she didn’t try to keep her balance upright... that push is designed to send the other woman to the mattress.]
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[She can recall a time when she’d worn the more feminine sort. Her memories from before becoming a Contractor were preserved with visual clarity. She recalls them without trouble, but much like watching yourself on a screen... she feels somehow disconnected from that person. The young woman who had dutifully selected the silks each morning to layer over a lacy bra designed to create the perfect, willowy shape. The young woman who had attended to her family’s darker business at her grandfather’s side for lack of a male heir, eyes cast down and demure. The young woman who had been caught entangled with a maid over those same carefully chosen silks, the shouts, the disgust.
But that woman didn’t exist any longer. Only Hazuki Mina the Contractor remained... and with a long blink, the memories are dismissed away as easily as they’d been brought to recall.
As if she’d thought of nothing important at all, she smiles, just slightly. More a smirk, perhaps.]
Now...
[Naked now but for the bandage still tied about her middle, but showing not an ounce of embarrassment or awkwardness, Hazuki’s fingers move up to brush a bit of sweat-mussed hair from Soundwave’s cheek, trailing down to collarbone, idly tracing down between her breasts.]
I think it’s your turn.
[And if she didn’t try to keep her balance upright... that push is designed to send the other woman to the mattress.]