Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-28929139-20170617012019/@comment-28929139-20170617235028

Kideme never faltered when Tiatsu flung rice at her, she stayed in character the whole time but kept mental count of when he did it and what she had or hadn't done. So far, she'd gotten rice for bad timing and footwork, which she had expected, since Akane had verbalized her wanting to work on clean movement and personality first. Footwork and rhythm could be taught and learned, oomph and passion could not.

She bit back a titter when he flung a cluster at her rear, knowing that he was probably being silly there. The rice on her neck was enough of a reminder for her to focus though. She stuck her tongue out at him cheekily before walking and whipped her head toward the right, which guided her in a fluid turn to the right. In that same instant, her long black hair came loose into a glossy wave, sending a few pins flying off to the side. Before her tresses came tumbling down toward her rear, she flexed her left arm back to tug at the collar of her kimono, pulling it high before it was instantly camouflaged by the shiny curtain of her hair.

With just the strength and flexion of her ankles, she lowered her arm and turned around without lifting her feet or needing to step them closer together. The once high and closed collar of her kimono had now fanned open and exposed the valley of her bosom. Kideme was not buxom by any means, but the effects of puberty had been most evident here since there was enough to reveal the slight swell of cleavage. She swayed away from the center, missing another step, as she glided her hands down the front of her right sleeve and arm, slinking her form every now and then while giving the sleeve a firm tug, revealing the curve of her shoulder. She pivoted just slightly then, folding her shoulders inward, giving Tiatsu the briefest insight of just how full her chest was, but she swirled and turned immediately after, so if he blinked or looked away, he'd have missed it. Her bustle flew up in the turn, flashing the momentary glimmer of the little details embroidered on the back of her outfit underneath. It was very similar in color and design to her obi as well.

Facing him again, she tugged at the other sleeve to expose her other shoulder and soon brought her hands to the intersection of her kimono lapels, which was dead center at her cleavage. She curled her fingers inward to grip and pull at the fabric until the very short, cropped hem of it came loose from her cinched obi. That same bit of glittery detail he saw from behind he would now see as she ripped open her kimono top and shrugged it back while pushing her chest out for a dramatic half second. Her bosom was crowned by two jeweled cups and with a final pull of the top, she flung it from her person, turning and strutting to the other side, missing the first step starting from being too earlier, and the last with moving a little too slow. But when she got to the other end of the "stage" She smoothed back her right hand through her hair while her left reached over to pull at the bustle. Doing so showed off a single garter strap accentuated with a bow that connected her stocking with her high-cut bottoms.