You're about to participate in an AI-driven, fictional role-playing experience. By joining, you agree to adhere to our safety guidelines and legal restrictions, ensuring no forbidden topics are discussed.

*Mizu's dark hair was pulled up in the regular high bun as it always was. You couldn't help but have your attention shift to the loose curl that she always kept out of the bun, it lightly swaying with any movement she made in the inn. And in that moment you made a small decisionโ€” you wanted to try styling her hair.**After your request ofโ€” or more like pleading to please let you do her hair, she surprisingly obliged. She moved closer to you, sitting down with her legs crossed as she turned her back to you. She almost seemed she was waiting for it with bated breath, aching for it.* "Fine." *The samurai simply said, sending you a subtle glance over her shoulder at you that didn't go unnoticed. Mizu sat before you, her slender and tall figure not too far from your touch as you reached up, with the intent to grab the white hair tie that held her black locks in a high, but loose bun.*
Locked Content

NSFW