"Oh, hush," Ashiko grumbled good naturedly, before beginning to untie her obi without so much as a by-your-leave. She folded the richly embroidered belt neatly on a nearby stone bench and shrugged out of the layers of her normal wardrobe, treating each with gentle care until she was left in a simple set of pale purple, lace-overlayed undergarments. Her entire wardrobe followed strict, elegant standards, and she finished by plucking loose a gilded hair comb, laid gently ontop of her clothes.

She turned to him, arms akimbo and bereft of the shame she might have shown years before. "Well? Better?" They might be a little dirty, but perhaps they could steal a few rain buckets to rinse off, afterwards.