[(Please know that I am also suffering, because honestly, Kiritsubo thinks big fish in small ponds are cute. Makes them easier to pluck out and play with.)]

Such flattery.

[Somewhere around six or seven hundred years ago, Kiritsubo had stopped being impressed with compliments as simple as being called a beauty, but with some people (races) you had to give them a little leeway. They simply didn't have the time to perfect certain things... though it was entertaining enough, and now, without her full strength... it feels a bit fun, to not know for certain if this man was a hellhound or a human with dog ears stuck on.

One confident enough to propose a game with her. And she'll reward confidence.]

I don't have any tattoos on my hip, but... I'll let you pick which one you see.

[She hums, low and rumbling, her lips quirking up into a challenging smirk as she slips her thumb beneath the hem of his shirt, apparently quite sure she'd be getting a look... and rubbing her fingertip over his skin beneath the fabric in slow distraction.]

Wasp... honeycomb...

[Those he could already see part of, spilling down from her shoulder and curving over her left breast, but it's where she starts before she begins listing his options with no indication of where on her body they were. With how short her silk robe was, though, how open she wore it... There were only so many options.]

Turtle... crane... peony... sword... navagraha... or "Exalt".

[The twinkle in her dark eyes almost seems to imply she might learn more about him just based on which he ended up picking.]