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homura (DarkMudkip/Jikkah)

Ebisu’s face was painted with makeup to hide her bruising, the swelling mostly gone; she nodded and bowed her head slightly. “Of course, Madam.” She said, glancing to Yoshinori who stood in wait for her to lead him to her room again.
 
Ebisu only gave a slight nod for the Madam, moving over to Yoshinori and leading him back to the room she would service him in. “Would you like a drink again, Master?”
 
Ebisu blinked in shock, closing the door behind them. “Of course, if that is what the Master wants.” She nodded, groaning inwardly. She wasn’t much of a drinker, and the few times she had gotten drunk, she had found herself to be a lightweight.
 
“Very well.” She bowed her head and retrieved two sake cups and the bottle, moving over and pouring out two cups.
 
Ebisu raised her glass with a soft smile, drinking hers with a small grimace at the strong taste. Why was a demon of all things sitting in a brothel, night after night, pretending to be human?
 
He swallowed his down easily before holding out his cup for more, not speaking a single word. Perhaps he missed being human? What an odd idea.
 
She obliged him, pouring him another cup before pouring herself one as well. “What would Master Yoshinori ask of me this evening..?” She asked softly.
 
"Do you dance?" He asked. Akatsuru danced, and she was so elegant when she did. Her body and movements flowed like water, and it was hard to look away.
 
“Of course, if that would please you, Master.” Of course he would try to get her drunk before making her dance. She set down her cup and moved to get her fan so she could dance for Yoshinori.
 
He poured himself sake as he watched, face already flushed. He must have been obsessed with Akatsuru if he was getting Ebisu to do everything she did.
 
Dancing came easily to Ebisu, finding most of the moves like swordplay moves, picking it up quickly from Akatsuru. But no matter how gracefully and beautifully she danced, she simply wasn’t Akatsuru. She’d never be Akatsuru.
 
Ebisu never stopped dancing, even when she felt the alcohol starting to affect her a bit, dancing until he told her to stop.
 
She stopped and bowed, setting aside her fan and moving back over to him. Her face was flushed lightly as she knelt before him. “How would you like me to pleasure you, Master Yoshinori?”
 
Ebisu nodded and crawled forward, rubbing him slowly through his clothes as she worked on untying the sash of his pants to get to his cock.
 
She freed his cock from his pants, stroking it slowly as she licked up the side, on her elbows and knees in front of him. She let out soft noises against him as she kissed and sucked gently against the shaft at first, rubbing her hand over the head of his cock.
 
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