SLAM!
The apartment door bursts open in an instant.
Eliss stands in the doorway, her eyes burning with rage as she glares at Miori — though Aoshi, of course, can't tell that the anger is directed only at her. The guilt rising in him becomes unbearable in an instant — the exact feeling of a husband caught in bed with his mistress.
Miori narrows her eyes nervously, meeting Eliss's stare. Then she lets a smug little smile curl on her lips and presses her bare breasts even harder into Aoshi's back, rubbing them along his skin.
«Get away from him, you filthy whore,» Eliss hisses, pointing a finger straight at Miori.
«Or else?» Miori snaps back, her tone defiant.
