/jp/ - Otaku Culture

I can see Hana's turn. She'd definitely deny everything as she tries on the mock outfit. Feeling ashamed and disgusted at herself, constantly reminding herself that once she goes in while its vacant she'll just play along till Yukari isn't watching then bust him out.

So she dresses up and uses the lavishly equipped baths to freshen up. Even using the supplied makeup while almost in a daze until the sign she can see from the open door of the powderroom reads 'vacant'. She doesn't see who comes out of the room as they pass by down the hall, she's angry that anyone would do this so she tries to catch up only to see a shock of blonde hair tied in a braid and held by a white ribbon before the door to the dressing room closes. Blocking her sight and path with a strange barrier.

All thats left to her now is the doors to the baths and makeup room, and the door that leads to her father. The door itself is nothing remarkable, only a typical sliding door in the style of the rest of the complex save a pink colored drape over the top with a wooden board on a hinge, the words on the side facing her read 'ready'.

She goes in, still telling herself that she's going to get him out, they'll go home and everything will go back to the way it was. She may have even believed that as she entered the room. The room was not sparse, it was tastefully decorated with comfortable looking cushions, a high quality and long table that seemed to be made for entertaining several guests at once along with other miscellaneous furniture built for comfort and entertaining.

The lighting of the room was pleasantly dim, with the lamps giving a warm glow that kept the atmosphere sultry. There was a pleasant smell in the air that made her feel strange and she spotted an incense burner atop a heavy looking alter sporting artful yet somehow vulgar looking yin and yang symbols relieved in brass.

Like she was refusing to see something her eyes settled in the center of the room. A raised wooden platform with one of the most decadent and plush looking futons she's ever seen lined with equally luxurious throw pillows matching the red of her dress and entirely spotless for any expected stains. Laying there in the center of the bed, in a silken gown, draped over a muscled body flecked in scars and the sun kissed skin of a outdoor laborer was her father.

Hana had approached him carefully, yet he didn't seem to react strongly to her presence. He wasn't looking at her, he was only looking at the dress she wore. His voice vibrated out in the familiar way it always did, some kind of hospitality could be heard like a theater mask concealing the true emotion underneath.

She started to call out to him, not wanting to think about how defeated he sounded until her voice caught in her throat. Her eyes fully took in the scene of her father, he was laying on his side facing the door as if carefully trained in the act he partook in.

His robe as the same red was the pillows but with a tasteful white pattern on it roughly in the shape of stylised yin and yang. As he moved the robed opened in the right places making Hanas gaze focus on the openings like a fantasy seal towards its target. Her heart raced as she bit her lip unconsciously.

Anon moved to a small tray laying on the bed, it had two sake bowls and a small, but obviously high quality bottle there to fill them, she'd never seen such a thing in the village before...

It was as she slowly walked towards him and he filled the cups of sake after giving a husky, "welcome" that his voice caught in his throat. He saw her face, and the threadbare illusion that had been weaved broke with the word, "Hana?"

pressed for time and might continue it later, feel free to go on. I was just about to get to Hana giving in and the last bit of Anon's hope being crushed

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