Ise Nanao stiffened. "Is that an order, sir?"
"Of course not." He was lying on the floor, staring at the ceiling. "But don't you ever wonder how they would look against your white skin?"
That night she slipped off her robe and looked at her pale skin in the mirror, imagining dragons fighting across her body, goddesses and tigers on her arms and breasts.
She stood there for several minutes before slipping her robes on again, covering herself chastely.