Seeing Renka's utterly speechless expression, Fu Hua felt she could not go on.
It was far too damaging to an immortal's image!
But it did not matter. Something even more damaging to her image was about to happen.
"Fu Hua? Red Kite?"
Renka thought back and realized she still did not recognize her.
"..."
Fu Hua stepped forward and came before Renka. Before she could react, Fu Hua cupped the girl's chin with her hand, making her look directly into her eyes.
"Guess what is going to happen next. You can guess, can't you? After all... you often show that kind of thing to others."
"As the owner, it is terribly unqualified not to have experienced the pleasures of what you sell yourself. So... let me help you!"
"You..."
Just as Renka was about to resist, her eyes suddenly could not help drifting to the ornament in Fu Hua's long hair, the Feather of Dust. Immediately afterward, she gave up resisting altogether...
Then a soundproof barrier spread through the House of Dolls...
...Early the next morning, thin mist slowly drifted through the gaps in the mountain forest. Tender green grass poked its heads out curiously, looking here and there. Mischievous dewdrops scrambled to slide down the blades of grass, happily throwing themselves toward the earth. The droplets at the tips of the grass bent their slender waists almost double.
Inside a Japanese-style inn deep in the mountains, two beautiful girls slept on the floor of a room filled with dolls.
Their positions, however, were a little too indecent to look at.
The two looked rather alike, though not exactly... More precisely, the woman still wearing an elegant, luxurious traditional kimono was imitating and playing the role of the girl beside her, who wore nothing but a bath towel.
Although she