におい
Odor
A smell, almizcleñoy lustful, carefully blended to give rise to the lowest passions, permeates the atmosphere with their presence so invisible as a perennial in the eternal night that is the akasen. The ronin, surrounded by the heavy scent expel all those cones of burning incense in each okiya, does his duty with stoic patience. And who would have predicted they would end up as a bodyguard in a brothel.; Oacute; na that any man could aspire to devote his existence. Twist lips in a pout sorry. In an attempt to circumvent those depressing thoughts, Masanosuke refocuses attention on the scent of incense range. That reminiscence distilled in his understanding, as hot water is filtered through the screen soaking tea leaves, feelings and emotions swirling, burning beyond his control. Then rediscovers his inner eye Yaichi body, warm and responsive, fused to his own by a patina of sweat takes the right hand to the face in a thoughtful gesture, unaware at first moment
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