From behind, the tall one looked like Riley. Even her butt was round and tight like Riley.
I wondered if she looked the same without clothes on.
His clothing was bizarre and unique in its shape. The stiff collar of his coat rose up over his neck, and several metal ornaments in flowery patterns and shapes decorated his chest.
“Y-YOUR HIGHNESS!” Konoe choked out. Michitaka threw himself up onto his feet in one motion, almost falling forward onto his face from the momentum of his frantic scramble.
The broken silhouette jerked itself halfway upright, and suddenly, a shrill, cracking yell floated through to him — “Shiro!”
“Work is dirty. I’m a butcher, not a princess,” she grumbled as she cleaved a pig’s foot clean off the loin.
“Lindsey, can I tell you something kind of… strange?” Todd asked the question as I was sipping my second beer. … More