
RAGYO KIRYUIN’S gaze trails across the man, as BIG and BARED as he is. There was a definite amount of POWER in him – the brutish, HULKING kind, of which RAGYO KIRYUIN had never had any respect for. Her lips twist into a small smile, as expected of the PROPER KIRYUIN CONGLOMERATE, the world’s slaver and liberator; it was simple to say that there was TRUTH in that smile.
“Oh? You’re coming very CLOSE, are you not? Do I not BLIND you enough?”

RAGYO KIRYUIN extends a hand for the man to kiss, PERFECT nails catching the light as it emanates all around, a show of her OPULENCE and GODLY VANITY. Wordless, she expects respect. Was she not RAGYO KIRYUIN? A name that made MEN and WOMEN bend at the knee before her GRANDEUR? So why should this man be any DIFFERENT?

“YOUR CHEST is bared to me,” Such an ignominious display does not cause RAGYO KIRYUIN to turn away – if anything, her eyes only turn more appreciative. FLASHES of skin underneath bits of clothing; showing skin with naked confidence is worthy of the respect of this MOGUL. “Maybe you’d like something a bit more COMFORTABLE? And FORM-FITTING?”