My sword would look so grand painted with those little traces of your blood.

T O P.

“A very late Sunday, this is the day to be shameless. As such...” Alter tucked up her hoody to reveal her tight black booty shorts. She would begin to sway her hips and show herself off. Dancing suggestively. “Who says a King can’t have fun?”

Cum.

I’m dead.

Thanks, I hate it.

Sex. All forms of sex.

Salter’s existence: To eat, to hate you, and to shag Jalter and Musashi.

Zz ....

Shagging means she wants to... —

Perhaps it does, but the Alter merely rose a brow. “What are your eyes on ...? Want to get at me, do you?”

“Away for so often— and yet, you’re still so very … Forget it, forget I spoke.”

“Hmph … Keeping a close eye, are we?”

“Sharp as always … And … other things which I shan’t say.”

“Musashi.”

Seductive … Thursday.

Fortunately ᴍɪʏᴀᴍᴏᴛᴏ ᴍᴜsᴀsʜɪ 宮本武蔵 doesn’t see me like this …

But she could … Only on weekends. And Salter would be, very… very… Embarrassed and unimpressed.

With a black permanent marker and a big white piece of bristol board. Saber scribble. She then bent over clearly in view of Musashi and placed the board before her own butt which read. ‘Avert thy gaze.’