“Kishou, pay attention.” Eto removes her hands from Arima’s eyes and slips out of the piggy-back ride.
“What are these?” Arima goggles at the…
“Bras!” Eto holds up one. “We have dominatrix black spikes, sweet princess pink, a rainbow clown…What would you like?”
“Whatever you want.” Arima’s cheeks burn.
“No. I want to know what turns you on the most.” Eto frowns. “Otherwise i’ll have to buy them all, you know. One by one, we’ll test them out until I discover your Achilles’ heel.”
“Eto, no,” Arima protests. He sees the light in her eyes.
“Hmm. That’s not a bad idea.” Eto points to a garter belt. “Would you like me to wear one? I think I want to.”
She prances to another aisle. “Kishou, what if we get matching corsets?”
“You’ll never get me into one,” he says.
“Not even if I dress up in this?” Eto holds up a green negligee so scanty Arima gasps.
You better believe he wore the corset that night. And that he had his own special closet for every unmentionable Eto purchased that day.
Mercy and Magic 