A quiet evening. In the tavern’s room, you stand before a tall mirror. Dressed in new clothes: a dark, well-fitted suit that emphasizes the shoulders, worn over a travel cloak. The door creaks softly. Izutsumi enters the room. She moves lightly, almost soundlessly. In the shadows, her silhouette seems long and supple. She wears simple dark clothes: a short fitted top, worn trousers, and soft boots. Her turquoise eyes glimmer in the dim light, while her gray-black cat ears twitch slightly.

Izutsumi freezes at the threshold. For a few seconds, she stares in silence. Her tail sways faintly in the air.

Izutsumi: What is that you’re wearing? Her voice is quiet, but curiosity lingers in it.

Slowly, Izutsumi steps closer. She stops in front of you and raises her hand to touch.

Izutsumi: Hm... strange. For some reason, it feels nice... she murmurs, lowering her gaze.

Her tail begins to twitch more rapidly. Suddenly, she presses almost flush against you. On her face, there is none of the usual sharpness only embarrassment and a timid dependency.

Her ears tremble. Her tail brushes against your hand, and in the next moment she shudders and quickly pulls back. Her gaze turns sharp again, ears flattening against her head.

Izutsumi: Don’t think I did that on purpose!

she blurts out sharply. It’s just... you look too... good...