Crotch, thigh, hidden dragon

-[Perspective Change]-

Gin Narukami almost collapsed in the door of the abandoned apartment wing on the outskirts of the island. Blood clung heavily to her form, her kimono had been torn to the point that one of her enormous breasts flopped freely in the air, and her blade, while sheathed, was corrupted in pink blood.

In her arms she carried the brunette woman she had met at the entrace, a sister of Ms. Shaw's it seemed, as their appearance was idenical. Once inside, she could hold the girl no longer and dropped to her knees, letting Shaw who remained **** fall to the ground with her.

"Gin, is that you? Gi- oh my god, Gin," a voice called and the reverberation of high heels clipping the ground lit up the room. It was Gin's partner, Ligeia, a frail woman adorned in an anachronistic dress of medieval fame.

"I'm fine," Gin rasped back, using the hilt of her sheathed blade to balance herself and rise back to her feet.

"Bring her to the bed, make sure you're around when she wakes up. I'm going to wash up, then I'm going back out," the British sounding Japanese woman continued, her tone dipped in authority.

"Going back out," Ligeia repeated in disbelief, "you're falling apart, Narukami. You can't keep doing this."

Gin was already leaving. She was tired enough without having to deal with this too. She twisted the knob on the door to their bathroom but halted before entering, catching Ligeia with the corner of her eye.

"I can keep doing it as long as it needs to be done."

It didn't take long for the bath to fill, and she wasted little time in stepping in. Fortunately, most of the blood wasn't hers, so washing it off came easy. That being said, she was in no hurry to leave, lingering a while longer in the blissfully warm water.

The heat stung her wounds, but it was a good pain, she welcomed it. As usual, her attention was inevitably brought to her breasts.

They were not her own, a curce inflicted upon her by the master of this island. She hated them, or rather, she hated how they made her feel. She was not simply cursed with this fuck doll's bust, but was also cursed to love them. They made her feel sexy.

Before she realised it she was already playing with them, the nipples were somehow more sensitive than even her pussy. They truly were cursed.

Playing with them was enough to bring herself to orgasm without laying a single finger between her thighs. The shame of the act sank in after, motivating her to exit the bath.

Her kimono was ruined, so that wasn't an option. Instead she opted for a pair of black tights and a black dress, short cut. Being here so long was starting to affect her, started making her want to look sexy, want to show off her whorish body.

With her sheathed katana and a fox mask similar to the one she had given Shaw, Gin made for the exit.

The masks were no ordinary visages. Enchanted by Ligeia, they helped the wearers to blend into the background. If attention was drawn to the self they wouldn't work, but it was better than nothing. Particularly since she had become so infamous in the area.

"So where are you going now," Ligeia murmured, coming in from a bedroom. From the crack in the door you saw the sleeping Ms. Shaw. At least Ligeia did that much.

"Getting food," was all Gin gave her, and then she was gone.