While one lived a dream, the other lived with... satisfaction, at least. Jason could be content with the fact that Kolin so readily offered her every orifice to him. He could take solace in the fact that she seemed so pleased about being his depository, as well. Alas, when she took his command and presented herself, she did so in the most basic manner without even fulfilling her role properly. What was that oath again? It seemed she was missing a very important part of the deal: the part where she was to beg for anything from him. As she turned about to bend herself over in front of him, spreading her ass to showcase his options, he gazed upon her with slight discontent. If she was going to settle for a simple 'of course, Jason,' she was failing at her best quality. "Of course, Jason...?" he said with an upward inflection and a sigh. "What? You think you're offering me some gift I can't get by turning a corner in this whorehouse of a city? What are the rules of the Argo, slut?"
Jason's disappointment was in no way shared by Izou, apparently. While the man in charge dealt with some amount of struggle involving his conquest of the evening, Izou seemed to be earning himself one hell of a show. Of course he had little knowledge about Kolin's behavior around those who gained the attention of 'her' men, but he was never going to care regardless. Actually, there was an interesting way to approach that matter. He was no stranger to sneaking about when seeking his own enjoyment; that would be a pretty fun way to go about things in the near future. Either way, it was not yet the time to be concerned about the future. Nerys unveiled her origins in a single reaction, brandishing speech he hadn't heard in decades now. "Japanese, huh? Funny. You don't look it," he joked while reaching into his kimono for yet another spare pipe. Yes, he always kept two handy in case he wound up without one. As he went about packing and lighting the new pipe, his eyes continued traveling over the women's bodies, both directly and within the mirror. Three sakazuki cups were presented along with a selection of temperatures. Quite the fan of sake himself, there was but a single option... though Izou only made his choice clear after quirking a brow, taking quite the interest in the bartender's reactions to Nerys' advances. "Depends; is it good shit? If it is, give me cold. Looks like it's getting hot enough in here already," he said, taking the first drag from his fresh pipe while kicking back to enjoy the show as it was presently.
Jason's disappointment was in no way shared by Izou, apparently. While the man in charge dealt with some amount of struggle involving his conquest of the evening, Izou seemed to be earning himself one hell of a show. Of course he had little knowledge about Kolin's behavior around those who gained the attention of 'her' men, but he was never going to care regardless. Actually, there was an interesting way to approach that matter. He was no stranger to sneaking about when seeking his own enjoyment; that would be a pretty fun way to go about things in the near future. Either way, it was not yet the time to be concerned about the future. Nerys unveiled her origins in a single reaction, brandishing speech he hadn't heard in decades now. "Japanese, huh? Funny. You don't look it," he joked while reaching into his kimono for yet another spare pipe. Yes, he always kept two handy in case he wound up without one. As he went about packing and lighting the new pipe, his eyes continued traveling over the women's bodies, both directly and within the mirror. Three sakazuki cups were presented along with a selection of temperatures. Quite the fan of sake himself, there was but a single option... though Izou only made his choice clear after quirking a brow, taking quite the interest in the bartender's reactions to Nerys' advances. "Depends; is it good shit? If it is, give me cold. Looks like it's getting hot enough in here already," he said, taking the first drag from his fresh pipe while kicking back to enjoy the show as it was presently.
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