"She'll be back." Yongye set the Iced Coke on the counter and took a step toward the bedroom, the assessing smile on his lips shifting into calm confidence.
"Thor will come. Natasha will come. Wonder Woman will come."
"And then they'll beg me on their knees."
Tamamo-no-Mae propped herself up on the bed. Her sheer robe slipped off her shoulders, her long silver-white hair cascaded down, and her nine tails slowly unfurled behind her like nine folding fans.
She tilted her head toward Yongye, the sugary smile on her lips turning so seductive that even the air seemed to grow thick.
"Then, before they arrive..."
"One more time?"
Kikyo shot Tamamo-no-Mae a vicious glare, but when she saw the interest on Yongye's face, she still deftly raised her hands and undid her sash...
Outside, the sunlight over Lower Manhattan was shifting from blazing white to warm gold, filling the bedroom with light.
Across the water, the buildings of Jersey City cast rows of long shadows in the twilight, while the last glimmers of gold rippled across the East River.
And the bedroom door was shut from the inside.
This time, they hadn't even managed to draw the blackout curtains.
After another round.
Tamamo-no-Mae propped herself up on the bed, her nine tails slowly unfurling behind her. Her long silver-white hair slipped down from her shoulders, and the ties of her sheer robe hung loosely at her elbows. Rather than pull it back into place, she stepped barefoot onto the carpet and headed toward the dressing room.
"Mr. President, I'll change into something from the Warring States Period, to give you a little variety."
She turned her head, her pale purple eyes curving into crescents, her voice soft and syrupy. "I heard Nōhime say you like those specially made kimonos