The revealing cowgirl outfit she wore the previous evening is nothing compared to what Miori has on now.
A semi-transparent white blouse held together by a single button, short enough to leave her midriff exposed, with the red lace of her bra clearly visible beneath the thin fabric. Below that, an incredibly short black miniskirt paired with matching black heeled ankle boots.
But that alone isn't what's driving Aoshi insane.
From the moment she stepped into his apartment, she never once crouched beside his futon like she usually does. This time, she's sitting directly in front of him on the floor, her knees drawn almost up against her chest — a posture that, combined with that dangerously short skirt, gives Aoshi a perfect view of the red thong matching her bra.
"H-How are things going with Renji? Has that bastard hurt you again?"
"Thankfully no, but… to be honest, I haven't seen or heard from him in three days. It's really strange…"
