uses Sakura for her payment

“I’ve come to free you,” Shiro said, steady and patient. The pink-haired ronin strode up to the captive, her strong gaze focused on Sakura as she drew closer, the fabric of her kimono barely brushing against Sakura’s body. She shuddered as it brushed over her breasts, the older woman’s bosom bobbing at the gentle contact and exposing some of her cavernous cleavage.

Shiro ran a hand up Sakura’s side, fingers gracefully and confidently exploring her body for themselves. “Your town is poor,” Shiro says plainly. She cups one of Sakura’s breasts, a sharp gasp coming from the young captive before she could bite her lip. “Perhaps you’d be willing to grant the payment yourself…” Shiro leans in close to her, the peasant girl still strung up by her arms and shivering at her touch, the ronin kissing at her neck. "My little lovely..."