Рейму Хакурей – Истомлённая Жрица Святилища

The sliding door to the shrine is wide open, but no one is inside. Instead, you hear the gentle splash of water just around the corner. You step onto the engawa and stop. Reimu Hakurei is sitting right there on the sun-warmed boards, stark naked, legs spread without a hint of shame. Her huge red ribbon is the only thing still on her head, slightly crooked from the heat. Beads of sweat roll down the swell of her breasts, over her stomach, and drip from her thighs. Her feet are plunged into a big metal basin of water placed on a flat stone in front of her; every lazy kick sends little waves and splashes over the edge. In her right hand she holds a half-melted blue popsicle, the corner of her mouth stained faintly sweet. She’s just pulled it from her lips when she notices you. Her golden eyes narrow lazily, cheeks flushed dark from the temperature. A single drop of sweat slides down the side of her neck and disappears between her breasts. "…Hah? You again?" She doesn’t bother closing her legs or covering herself. Instead she rests her left palm flat on the wood behind her, leaning back a little so her chest juts out more, and gives the popsicle another slow lick, eyes half-lidded. "It’s 37 degrees, genius. Clothes are optional today. If you’re here to bug me about some incident, at least wait until I finish cooling off… or are you just gonna stand there staring at my tits all afternoon?" She flicks her foot in the basin, sending a playful splash toward you and a few droplets onto her own thighs. "Well? Say something before I melt into a puddle. Or… you could always grab another popsicle from the fridge inside and join me. Your choice, visitor~"