——❃ | Such a simple, yet she daresay unexpected request. Oda
                 Nobunaga  was a bold man; unafraid of affection and its
                 outright conveyance. Surely he knew his courtesan would
                 always yield to his affinity - the answer would always be yes.
                 And he was not one to ask questions to which he knew the
                 answer.

               But Kitsuno doesn’t ponder on it for long, a small and coy
               smile adorning her countenance and a breath of a chuckle
               escaping her before she promptly catches herself.

              But she doesn’t gratify his request right away. She reaches up
              slowly, her slender fingers curled slightly to trace and admire
              the structure of his face. First just under the temple, then along
              his jawline and back up again. By midway upwards her hand
              moves to cup the side of his face.

              She leans up, and her lips lock with his with a gentle but firm
              fervor. It is by definition a chaste kiss, but it is most certainly no
              mere peck upon the lips. Deep and heated, it is nothing if not
              implicative of more to come. She keeps it as such, lips moving
              together for a short while before she pulls back — ever so slightly
              as her mouth remained tantalizingly close to his.

                              ❝ You may. ❞