Dreaming Butterfly ≈ Three ≈
The light is dim in the tent, the air fill with odors of spices and wines. A soft veil of smoke comes from the candles everywhere, as well as Yuuko’s pipe. She’s comfortably splayed on dozens of colorful pillows thrown over a thick blanket on the floor. Everywhere in the tent, thin walls of fabrics are put up, dividing the large room into smaller ones, with pillows and blanket thrown all around. On the soft walls of the tent, thicker carpets are put up, the intricate patterns sewed into them adding colors and life to the atmosphere.
Of course, Yuuko wears well the Arabian-inspired outfit, the colors setting off her crimson eyes. At her feet, Zero, all pale and smooth skin in his barely covering loin cloth, sits and slowly moves a fan, the slow waves of cool air barely lifting the black hair of the Witch. On her left, Sanji feeds her chocolate-covered strawberries while on her right, The Undertaker murmurs poetry to her ear, making her chuckle once in a while. Nearby, Shigure is pouring a cup of sake for her and once done, he comes back to sit behind the Witch, offering her the cup and slowly moves the massive hair out of her neck, kissing the exposed skin once before sitting back. In a corner Raven plays a languish song on the acoustic guitar while Naomi dances to the sensual rhythm, her lean body undulating almost hypnotically. Of course, all the Witch does is enjoying herself in this quiet moment, her fingers threading into the soft fur of the black Mokona resting in her lap.
But not before long, the peaceful scene is broken by a mouthful of curses and sounds of a struggle at the entrance of the tent. Stumbling in with flailing arms, almost knocking a pole down while doing so, a beet-red Watanuki is pulled forward by a leash, an equally flustered Alec on the commanding end of it. He bows down and Yuuko smiles, guessing what is coming:
“Mistress...This one didn’t want to follow our rules about clot-...”
“I WANT MY PANTS AND SHIRT BACK WITCH!”
While most people would have winced at the shrill yell, Yuuko simply chuckles:
“But Watanuki-kun....it is so warm in here. No one needs proper clothes....”
The black haired woman gestures to the males surrounding her: all were wearing loin clothes, each wearing a different color. Even Naomi is barely covered by her belly dancer outfit. The Witch leans forward, resting her chin on her hand, smirking slightly:
“And as far as I know, no one as complained about it either...”
Of course, all the males are smiling and nodding in agreement to her words while she watches Watanuki turning a few shades of red darker, half out of embarrassment, half out of anger. She turns her attention to Alec then:
“Since he disobeyed the rules, he will be punished. I feel that he needs to learn the rules of this place all over again. I’m leaving you in charge of his lessons...”
The young man nods once and pulls on the leash, already turning to the exit of the tent. But Yuuko stops him:
“Oh and Alec-kun?” She waits for the young man to look at her before continuing, a strange, amused light in her crimson eyes:
“Make sure to teach him everything you know. I don’t want for Doumeki-kun to be disappointed in Watanuki-kun’s education when he joins us here...”
The look of absolute horror on the seer is enough to make up for the string of insults he yells her way while being dragged out of the tent. The Witch laughs, snuggling back closer to the other men in the room, gesturing for Raven, Naomi and Zero to resume their respective task.
[wakes up and rolls on her back, chuckling]
Of course, Yuuko wears well the Arabian-inspired outfit, the colors setting off her crimson eyes. At her feet, Zero, all pale and smooth skin in his barely covering loin cloth, sits and slowly moves a fan, the slow waves of cool air barely lifting the black hair of the Witch. On her left, Sanji feeds her chocolate-covered strawberries while on her right, The Undertaker murmurs poetry to her ear, making her chuckle once in a while. Nearby, Shigure is pouring a cup of sake for her and once done, he comes back to sit behind the Witch, offering her the cup and slowly moves the massive hair out of her neck, kissing the exposed skin once before sitting back. In a corner Raven plays a languish song on the acoustic guitar while Naomi dances to the sensual rhythm, her lean body undulating almost hypnotically. Of course, all the Witch does is enjoying herself in this quiet moment, her fingers threading into the soft fur of the black Mokona resting in her lap.
But not before long, the peaceful scene is broken by a mouthful of curses and sounds of a struggle at the entrance of the tent. Stumbling in with flailing arms, almost knocking a pole down while doing so, a beet-red Watanuki is pulled forward by a leash, an equally flustered Alec on the commanding end of it. He bows down and Yuuko smiles, guessing what is coming:
“Mistress...This one didn’t want to follow our rules about clot-...”
“I WANT MY PANTS AND SHIRT BACK WITCH!”
While most people would have winced at the shrill yell, Yuuko simply chuckles:
“But Watanuki-kun....it is so warm in here. No one needs proper clothes....”
The black haired woman gestures to the males surrounding her: all were wearing loin clothes, each wearing a different color. Even Naomi is barely covered by her belly dancer outfit. The Witch leans forward, resting her chin on her hand, smirking slightly:
“And as far as I know, no one as complained about it either...”
Of course, all the males are smiling and nodding in agreement to her words while she watches Watanuki turning a few shades of red darker, half out of embarrassment, half out of anger. She turns her attention to Alec then:
“Since he disobeyed the rules, he will be punished. I feel that he needs to learn the rules of this place all over again. I’m leaving you in charge of his lessons...”
The young man nods once and pulls on the leash, already turning to the exit of the tent. But Yuuko stops him:
“Oh and Alec-kun?” She waits for the young man to look at her before continuing, a strange, amused light in her crimson eyes:
“Make sure to teach him everything you know. I don’t want for Doumeki-kun to be disappointed in Watanuki-kun’s education when he joins us here...”
The look of absolute horror on the seer is enough to make up for the string of insults he yells her way while being dragged out of the tent. The Witch laughs, snuggling back closer to the other men in the room, gesturing for Raven, Naomi and Zero to resume their respective task.
[wakes up and rolls on her back, chuckling]