Icy Flames- Rengoku Kyojuro-Demon Slayer/ Kimetsu no Yaiba

32

The teahouse's sticky warm temperature had illustrated the humidity of the outside and intensified the smells of crowded bodies and liquored breaths. The sheer material Uzui put me in stuck to my body leaving little to the imagination for half the men eyeing me in this room. To them, the night was only young and the game was continuing onwards.

Voices shouted in unison as I slammed the bottom of my ceramic cup onto the table. I quickly brought the glass to my lips and gulped down the sake, a burning sensation suddenly covering my taste buds. Squeezing my eyes shut, I forced myself to swallow the bitter liquid.

The men that were distracted by the courtesans were now enticed by me while they played their game. If only they knew this was rue to distract them.

Laughter echoed loudly across the room as everyone returned to the round. Everything and everyone was loud enough for the noise to melt into one screeching blurb of sound.

Uzui was playing his part too well. Sure he was overly flamboyant and a little self-obsessed, but always complimenting me in front of these men and taunting them was out of character. His strong arms cradled me like I was the most precious thing in the world to him.

Occasionally grabbing my face so that I can look at how his long hair hung loosely around his face, and his deep red eyes reflected the light from the lamp flickering above.

He stared into my eyes briefly and pretend as if he was going to kiss me until the man that was fixated on me would make comments causing me to fall into the moe character and snuggle into the crook of Uzui's neck.

"What are you doing you goshujin-sama..." I mumbled.

He would only bellow out in laughter and make some lewd comment like calling me his "little temptress" causing me to blush and giggle.

"Me...I couldn't do such a thing, love."

I slowly lifted myself from his lap and smirked. Hearing the drums from outside, jingles of the bells, and other small noises, I began to dance. Dance with utter elegance from hypnotic noise outside, that could draw anyone's attention.

It was obvious that everyone (besides Uzui acting his part) in this place before me was enjoying having sweaty, aroused people longing for me with greedy eyes. Especially the man who showed interest.

Time seemed to crawl in slow motion as I turned my gaze to my shoulder, reached my other hand across my body, and slowly pulled it back up into place with those long dexterous fingers of mine. His resolve was crashing.

But to remind him who I really belong to in this situation, my body rolled against Uzui's side, biting my plump bottom lip as I practically threw my head back.

Oh, how this the man was gritting his fangs, glaring hard at Uzui...he was jealous and furious; two things that should never come together as they can make you act irrationally.

Uzui's handheld my leg firmly in place, and he allowed himself a second to enjoy the contrast of our skin against one another... Internally, I was cringing.

"You're a very distracting woman, my Temptress" Uzui teased.

"Goshujin-sama..." I cooed in a tone as if honey drips from my tongue, sweet and tempting yet so bitter, intoxicating like the finest of imported rums. He slid his hand up, just a bit further, and leaned in, just a bit more, his face less than an inch from mine, "We should probably head out..."

Uzui rose up from his stool grabbed me around my waist and pulled me towards the exit and into the streets of the district...knowing a spectator was following behind us.