In this dance, her gaze was serious and focused.
The Snow Woman dancing on the bed sheet, her body as lithe as it could be. In Fujiwara Reya's eyes, she smiled as she raised her left hand, stood on her tiptoes, and lifted her other leg to the maximum split. She seemed to be entranced by her own dance, almost forgetting herself, as if she were being controlled by something, showing a slow and languid expression.
For the final move, she untied the robe's belt, tilting her head slightly as she looked indifferently at Fujiwara Reya.
The pure and flawless Snow Woman struck a pose of invitation, the room rippling with the atmosphere of late spring. Fujiwara Reya's heart beat faster, as he moved closer and embraced her. The robe had slipped down her back, his hands could feel the tie against her back, her delicate skin as smooth as jade.
"What was that just now?" Fujiwara Reya asked.
