«H-Hello, Miori… how are you?»
Renji's hesitant, almost reverent voice comes through on Miori's phone.
She's lying comfortably in her enormous bathtub — one so large and luxurious it could easily be mistaken for a jacuzzi — overflowing with fragrant foam and steaming water. Her long obsidian hair floats gently on the surface, and from the water emerge two small islets: her breasts, not as large as Eliss's but just as firm and shapely. A well-deserved bath she decided to treat herself to after her usual evening kickboxing session.
«How am I?» she repeats, her tone calm and composed, yet carrying a faint air of superiority — like a coldhearted executive addressing her lowest-ranking employee. «I don't know, Renji. I could be in a good mood… or I could be extremely irritated, depending on what you're about to tell me.»
