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"Let me see what you can throw together." Kuya tossed the order out like a threat, slapping him across the face with the challenge. "If you wish to go to the soiree, and you think you have a clue about coming of age ceremonies, show me."
Kuya pointed with his pipe and stalked forward.
Eiden followed, then took a moment, staring at the intimidating doors that'd just appeared before him. What the hell? The cottage wasn't that big.
At a wave of a manicured hand, the door swished open and something like the scent of lavender, vanilla and sandalwood wafted out.
He entered slowly, reverently, and goggled.
Around him was a high end closet, close to something he'd expect to see in the Mansion, not in a cabin in the middle of the woods.
Colorful fabrics draped in neat rows and messy piles, a veritable spectrum, and hues of the sky dominated. Rich purples, delicate pinks, verdant greens... a damn rainbow plucked from the sky.
Further in, he came upon supple dyed leathers, shiny metallic chains, jewelled bindings dripping like waterfalls, running onto the floor in pools of glistening opulence.
Nearby, tall stiletto boots, heels, soft slippers, sheer stockings, delicate lacey underthings... everywhere he turned was a collection of lushness his fingers longed to bury into.
Fingers twitching, he reached out to caress a fluffy sweater and his hand was stilled with the quick slap of a crop.
"Focus, young master. It's not everyday I allow someone into my closet... Better hurry, or I'll become bored... and you know what happens then," the fox yokai threatened, fangs flashing beneath a sly ruby smile.
The crop dropped lower and grazed the curve of his ass. Flicked. Snapped.
Eiden's eyes slitted... that's how it was gonna be, eh? Ok. He was game.