His tone was calm, yet carried the weight of an indisputable command.
"As you command, Master."
Yumizakura raised her head slightly, her eyes twinkling like stars. With a light blink, a radiant shimmer passed over them.
She swayed her waist, supple as a new willow in spring, its every movement full of enchanting grace.
It was as if she were performing a silent dance of seduction.
Taking light steps, she pushed open the door and glided out.
Her departing figure seemed to possess a magic of its own, drawing the eyes of everyone in the room to unconsciously follow her.
'Master?'
