"Perhaps Shishi-no-su may have fucked the remaining common sense you have," she interrupted me, suddenly dropping into vulgar territory that sounded absurd coming from such a small, frilly package. "But over here, if you really, REALLY want to have my body, you will have to work for millennia. And you might still not get it."
"You sound smug about that, but aren't you just mean?" I mumbled, as I watched her push out her tiny chest in pride, with her hands on hips, and her chin lifting defiantly.
Tsk. So cute.
"Well… since you begged me so much," she began playing with her fingers, twirling a vine from her dress around one digit in a way that was distractingly bashful, "and you're a god-touched too… and your looks aren't half bad. I a-approve; I'll share my queenly bed with your creepy self! But just this once okay?!"
Ah, no… I still don't know how we are entering these topics…
