The Founder of Tamaism is a brittle man. However, his emotions never affect him in public. Therefore, when troubled in front of people, he would have a calm exterior that would be unpleasant, to say the least.
Phiri Tento has such a look, as he jumps from a human length mirror, three girls in hand.
"Arch! Ten!"
The young man ignored the unexpected shriek, turning around, he kicks the mirror, breaking it apart —canceling his connection to the mirror he left back on the moon.
"You are one of us."
"You saved us."
"Thank you."
Letting the triplets stand, Ten examines them with his hands on his chin.
Their bodies, shrouded by black, sleeveless, tight gothic dresses starting on their chest —showing too much skin than what Ten is used too—, have fair, slender, concupiscible bodies that would make most men attempt to whistle in their direction.
Maintaining an equanimous face, Ten nods.
"Not bad."
—I can't tell if they are ugly or beautiful.
