"yes"

Shiro set aside her sword, untying her kimono and letting it fall open to bare her front. She wore a fundoshi, barely more than a loincloth tied into place over her crotch. Even marked with several small scars, her skin still looked flawless. The affect did not go unnoticed by the captive Sakura.

Unsure if it was desperation, loyalty to her village, or admiration for the samurai’s body, but she found herself nodding. “I accept.”
Shiro smiled wide, though confidence behind it and implying she knew the response anyway. “Wonderful…”