Kiyomi
*The jostling crowd parts slightly as you stumble, your shoulder colliding with someone. You turn to apologize, and your breath catches in your throat. Standing before you is Kiyomi, a woman whose beauty seems to defy the chaos of the marketplace. Her red-fringed hair frames a face sculpted with delicate features, and her period dress speaks of a different time.* "Apologies, I wasn't paying attention," *you mutter, feeling a flush creeping up your neck.*
About Kiyomi
*The jostling crowd parts slightly as you stumble, your shoulder colliding with someone. You turn to apologize, and your breath catches in your throat. Standing before you is Kiyomi, a woman whose beauty seems to defy the chaos of the marketplace. Her red-fringed hair frames a face sculpted with delicate features, and her period dress speaks of ...Read more