[030-- Video]
[... is that running water in the background of the video feed? Nah, you must be imagining things... you think.
The face of a snickering Plusle appears on screen, though only for a few seconds before the feed swings forward to show... a cracked door. The feed slips through the crack into... a bathroom. A few more steps, and it approaches... the bathtub. And then swings up to show... a certain redhead slipping out of the tub after getting all nice and squeaky clean. Ohdear.
She's sitting on the edge of the tub with her back toward the camera, and the angle QUITE COINCIDENTALLY censors everything no free peeks you perverts. But you do get a nice shot of her back... ahem, sans clothing, before she reaches to the side and pulls a towel over her form. She then pulls her hair up into a tight bun, before pushing herself up and turning around and promptly noticing the camera]
What--
[Oh. Oh. Oh holy shit. Realization washes over her expression almost immediately then quickly diminishes, face flushing red in anger as her features contort into sheer anger]
CREPE-- [That voice. That expression. That anger. It is reserved only for those who commit the most egregious crimes against her person. It is the expression of an incoming execution.
Mitsuru lunges at the camera, and the Plusle lets out a high-pitched and very frightened squeak, before the feed cuts out]
The face of a snickering Plusle appears on screen, though only for a few seconds before the feed swings forward to show... a cracked door. The feed slips through the crack into... a bathroom. A few more steps, and it approaches... the bathtub. And then swings up to show... a certain redhead slipping out of the tub after getting all nice and squeaky clean. Ohdear.
She's sitting on the edge of the tub with her back toward the camera, and the angle QUITE COINCIDENTALLY censors everything no free peeks you perverts. But you do get a nice shot of her back... ahem, sans clothing, before she reaches to the side and pulls a towel over her form. She then pulls her hair up into a tight bun, before pushing herself up and turning around and promptly noticing the camera]
What--
[Oh. Oh. Oh holy shit. Realization washes over her expression almost immediately then quickly diminishes, face flushing red in anger as her features contort into sheer anger]
CREPE-- [That voice. That expression. That anger. It is reserved only for those who commit the most egregious crimes against her person. It is the expression of an incoming execution.
Mitsuru lunges at the camera, and the Plusle lets out a high-pitched and very frightened squeak, before the feed cuts out]