All this was half-veiled beneath a wide white fur cloak. The hood covered her head entirely, completely hiding the distinctive Demon Horns, with only two subtle bulges showing on the fabric. Silky white hair cascaded down from the edge of the hood, loosely tied behind her.
Ibaraki gracefully walked to the table, her right foot adorned with pure white stirrup stockings—the material was delicate and tight-fitting, perfectly outlining the graceful curve of her instep and the arch of her foot, while cleverly leaving her nimble, pale toes exposed at the front.
This foot gently, firmly stepped onto the smooth, cold spine of the Great Snake Yoshitune below as she stopped.
"Such deep sibling affection… Is it really okay for you to step on your brother like that?"
A fleeting thought crossed Kamiyagawa's mind, but his face remained calm and expressionless, only saying two words: "Something's up?"
