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Post by Tarik al-Menjari on Jan 22, 2018 18:07:45 GMT -5
"Still I appreciate it."
Hiroko showed up and Tarik got up to make the introductions.
"Chiyo-chan, allow me to introduce you to Hiroko-san. Hiroko-san, my friend is a Bayushi and you will doing us both today. Thank you for being available is such a short notice. My head is killing me."
Hiroko was a monk. She was dressed in casual plan cloth and she had a shaved skull and lots of piercing.
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Post by Bayushi Chiyo on Jan 23, 2018 1:50:27 GMT -5
Chiyo was already standing, so she went ahead and gave the monk a bow. “A pleasure to meet you, Hiroko-san.”
She’s seen many monks in her time, so this one really came as no surprise to her. Sometimes it was hard to tell until a name was dropped if she was in the presence of a man or a woman, but it often didn’t matter. Chiyo hardly spoke to them. Not because they weren’t worth speaking to, but mostly because they would likely have nothing to talk about. Like Shugenja, she found them rather odd, in their own niche as it were. It’s something that seems to have stuck throughout history. There’s a respect, but the cliques are not one in the same.
“I must admit, I’ve never had the opportunity to do this before.” Her mother had a few times, but she was too young to be included then.
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Post by Tarik al-Menjari on Jan 23, 2018 1:57:05 GMT -5
Horiko returned the bow and made some weird signs with her hands.
"She has taken a vow of silence." Tarik explained.
"Since that is your first time then, I think she should start with you. You better lay down and enjoy."
Hiroko nodded and spread a tatami mat on the floor. She then motioned to the Scorpion to lay down.
"She starts with the back." Tarik informed her.
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Post by Bayushi Chiyo on Jan 23, 2018 13:08:14 GMT -5
Chiyo glanced over to the mat with a small hint of apprehension, but only because she wasn’t familiar enough with this process to be more aware of what would come next. She follows his orders without fuss, though the fuss in her mind was fairly intense. Even with a third person in the room this all felt a little too intimate for her. She knew how to play it up well, and she had a fondness for toying with men as long as she felt like she was in control. At this moment however, she did not quite feel this way. If it became too unbearable, she would likely begin to act out.
But for now she was...oddly docile.
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Post by Tarik al-Menjari on Jan 23, 2018 14:08:55 GMT -5
Tarik laid back as he was did not notice anything from Chiyo's discomfort. He sipped from his coffee and idly looked in the distance.
Hiroko in the meanwhile got busy and started rubbing the Scorpion.
"Soon she will want to apply scented oil on your body. If it will make you feel less uncomfortable, I can excuse myself."
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Post by Bayushi Chiyo on Jan 24, 2018 9:28:43 GMT -5
He probably should. While the monk may be under a vow of silence, the Bayushi still felt the heavy weight of scandal upon her if she chose to expose so much of herself to a peer, and a gaijin of all things. It's a shame that is what it is, but even silence can speak volumes if this monk encounters anybody she knows.
"I would appreciate that," Chiyo responds. She sounds slightly stressed.
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Post by Tarik al-Menjari on Jan 24, 2018 9:40:11 GMT -5
He got up and bowed as he went inside.
"When she is done with you, just inform the house AI. It will notify me."
He headed in and chilled on the couch while watching TV.
He might have taken a quick nap while at it.
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Post by Bayushi Chiyo on Jan 24, 2018 20:12:08 GMT -5
The experience was overall a pleasant one, especially once Tarik saw his way out. It gave her some time to really reflect while she was being kneaded like dough. Or time to think when she wasn't being reduced to a hole in the floor from how transcendental this felt.
Why was Tarik keeping her around, exactly? She didn't twist around him like she did around others. She wasn't trying to seduce him, nor was she putting herself out as somebody who could be potentially seduced. In fact, Chiyo was quite certain she would have to begin trying soon to stay in his graces. While he might be a gaijin, she's the one looking to gain more from this relationship than he must be. The other Scorpions would be easier for him to get along with or connect to, even someone like Yoruga or Nomen would be easier models for him to impress upon--if that's his angle.
Chiyo had the angle she made up for him, but not the real deal. While she was more in the business of making contacts rather than codebreaking them, she needed to understand Tarik better, perhaps even forge more of a bond with him, in order to keep getting invited to gatherings and eventually more gossip. Not to mention, he is by age and proxy, a potential duckling. Getting this one to follow her rather than wander off in some other direction, however, would take a little more than animal magnetism.
When the session was over, a polite dismissal later she informed the house as she was told to do--with a bit of assistance, probably. The whole house AI thing was sort of alien to her.
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Post by Tarik al-Menjari on Jan 24, 2018 20:18:53 GMT -5
The AI was user friendly and as soon as Chiyo informed that Tarik could return, it did its job. Almost since Tarik was snorting in the couch. Aziz woke him up and happy that he was going to get his shiatsu from Hiroko he headed to the pool. He met the monk halfway as she exited one of the bathrooms. They returned together and after a smile to the Scorpion he laid down on the tatami mat and left Hiroko do her thing.
"So, how was it?" He asked Chiyo.
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Post by Bayushi Chiyo on Jan 24, 2018 21:56:32 GMT -5
"Nice, actually," she admits, watching the monk do her thing to patient number two. "I know why my mother was into it now; I practically feel like I've died and come back."
She tries not to stare at him because why wouldn't she--he's a good looking guy. Well...his back is turned to me so if I'm ever gonna stare it should be right now. And so she started to throw a glance at first, maybe a second and a third until her eyes lingered on him. She and the Doji are going to have to avoid chatting about this one too much. She might let slip how attractive she found some of his features.
"Aside from the hangover, how was your first day? Or would you rather talk about literally anything else?" She was ready to avert her eyes from him if she so much as suspected he'd turn over or look back at her. Until then however, she was going to feast.
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