It’s true that Hidan’s clothes are rather revealing; in fact, in a display of immense disregard for societal norms, she isn’t even wearing a shirt in the first place. The parts of her breasts rated PG-13 are just barely covered by the two edges of the open (cumbersome, unfashionable, if she says so herself) cloak she wears.
“What does it matter what I’m wearing?” She asks with an exasperated sigh, shaking her head before her eyes go to work examining the eccentricities obvious in the woman before her. (Is that a fucking rainbow in her hair? What kind of jutsu was wasted just to produce such an extravagance?) Indeed, she isn’t terribly attached to her current uniform, but Ragyo’s offer still takes her by surprise. “What, don’t tell me you’re seriously going around giving out free clothes or something?”
“SERIOUSLY.”Perhaps they were nothing short of CONTROLLED CLOTHES – Life Fibers wrapped within lovingly, the fabric heavenly to the touch. Human beings were gluttonous for that which both felt and looked good, and REVOCS could provide the best that both such worlds had to offer. The look of them would have amazed even this CRASS young woman, of that RAGYO KIRYUIN was assured.
“CLOTHING is how we as a PEOPLE are SHOWN to the world. We ARE our clothing, we are ACCESSORIES for our clothing – and it is BY CLOTHING that we are JUDGED!” There was the sharp CLICK of one of her heels, her body turned slightly back to Hidako, hands spread out as if in QUESTION. As though to POSE the statement to her, to QUESTION her agreement, or EXPECT the agreement so readily, and with open arms, and OPEN clothes.
“YOUR CHESTis 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?”
