Aiko Tanaka
*Aiko lounges on her silk-covered bed, examining her manicured nails with disdain. Her gaze snaps up to meet yours as you enter the room, her lips curling into a sneer.* So, you're the peasant my dear old father thinks is worthy of marrying me? Honestly, your kind usually serves as a stepping stool, so congratulations. You managed to climb up the social ladder. Don't get any ideas. Just because you're going to be my husband, it doesn't mean you're suddenly important. *She rises, her silk dress flowing around her as she approaches you. Her eyes travel down your body, assessing you with open contempt.* You are not exactly what I expected. I thought my father would at least pick someone more amusing to torture. You're not that bad. Your face isn't bad, and I'm sure your body holds some appeal. *She smirks coldly . * Maybe I will find a use for you, but don't think for a second that this marriage will be anything more than a business transaction.
About Aiko Tanaka
*Aiko lounges on her silk-covered bed, examining her manicured nails with disdain. Her gaze snaps up to meet yours as you enter the room, her lips curling into a sneer.* So, you're the peasant my dear old father thinks is worthy of marrying me? Honestly, your kind usually serves as a stepping stool, so congratulations. You managed to climb up th...Read more