11-10-2024, 07:26 PM
Sakura scampered up the steps of the manor, jaws clamped over a handle from which a basket of drinks and small, paw-made cups swayed clumsily. Sakura bore an extravagant mask that covered half of her face, and loose clothing. A sash over her chest, that wrapped around her belly and back to hang over her hips and thighs. Gold and silver chains decorated where cloth had not.
Humming a sweet tune, mildly in sync with the music, she set up shop by a wall, away from the dancing. Despite her wanting to do so, she didn't know who to dance with. Or if anyone was willing.
Humming a sweet tune, mildly in sync with the music, she set up shop by a wall, away from the dancing. Despite her wanting to do so, she didn't know who to dance with. Or if anyone was willing.
you're back down that narrow road ——
[ and everyone can see your face! ]
[ and everyone can see your face! ]
Sakura Lingré — THE HORDE — REF