oom: fooling around with remy

Leading Remy through the door, the bedroom was small and traditional, a nearly floor-level bed separated from a seating area by a semi-transparent paper screen wall. There was a large window looking into a contained garden nearly the size of the sleeping area it faced, filled with miniature trees, a tiny bubbling pond and fountain, and an artfully moss-covered stone lantern statue.

Noriko liked her heritage, even if it caused her a great deal of frustration much of the time. But now wasn't for the contemplation of that. "So. This is it," she said, flicking off the cap and pulling her shirt up as she faced the garden. Her scars from Julian and several bullets were visible when she took the clothing off, moving with her muscles and seemingly causing her little pain at this point. The bruising that had gone with them had been a spectacular kind of show, however.