Noblesse Oblique is considered burando , or, uh, ‘brand’ over there in Japan. It’s a designer label sorta thing and not many get imported, so they’re pretty rare.” “ Burando , that’s asian funny,” Kelly said. “You said it’s gothic? Like a goth… fantasy dress sorta thing? What’s it look like? I used to be all gothic back in the day.” “Uh… how to even describe it…” Brian laughed, rubbing his cheek. “Kinda like some cross between a french maid outfit and a victorian dress, with a whole lot of… fancy little embellishments.” “Wouldn’t it be easiest to sell that kind of thing online?” Kelly said, placing the box down reverently beside the chair. “I wish,” Brian griped. “Finding a buyer involves digging into all anal these little pov niche fashion subculture forums and knowing all about the burandos. When I bought it, it was direct from the retailer overseas. I just pointed my credit card towards these moon runes in her wish-list and that was that.” “Moon runes?” Kelly asked, arching an eyebrow. Kind of weird describing things to a non-anime fan, even the explanations need explanations, Brian thought. “It’s kinda… fan slang for when you run into a bunch of Japanese characters, all the hiragana and kanji and amateur whatnot. If you don’t know how to read them, they might as well be gibberish; moon-runes.” “That’s funny,” Kelly said, and he couldn’t tell if her interest was feigned or not. “I figured you, uh… fans of this kind of stuff were into that though, like, learning Japanese and translating it and all.” “Some are, I guess,” Brian admitted. “But that’s deeper down the rabbit hole than most of us go.” He resisted the temptation to tell her that their ‘rabbit’, Stephanie, was good with Kanji. Kelly probably wouldn’t care. “That’s cool,” Kelly said, and her vague reply left Brian wondering. Is she being dismissive, or trying to be polite? I can’t get a read on her at all… The sudden sounds of the Fantasy Wars victory theme began insistently playing from within the small pile of Brian’s things beside the bed, and Kelly quirked an eyebrow at him. “Sorry, I’d better get that,” Brian said as he fished through the stack to retrieve his phone and accept the call. He felt both relieved and a little guilty to see that it was Emily rather than Chloe. Wouldn’t have known what to say to her. “Heeeey,” Emily’s voice warbled through his phone, “I just got off work. How’ve you been holdin’ up, guy? How’s the con been treatin’ you?” “Hey Emily,” he replied, genuinely happy to hear from her. russian “Pretty good so far, actually.” How do I even begin? How can I tell her I somehow went from alone and pretty miserable to suddenly sharing a room with some girls I just met? “Yeah? Ava nodded her head. pov I locked russian the door and lead him upstairs to my room, where he sat in my chair… in this very chair I’m sitting in now as I tell this story. Slowly he pushed against her little backdoor and anal she whimpered as she was forced to open. "No sire, asian this is far worse than that." She was his fix at the moment…and he had to resist letting it overwhelm him. I groaned and pushed back a little, and together we got him in all the way. I pressed against the nun's hymen. The Black girl thrust a flyer at me printed amateur on pink paper. I called the tow company who had the motorhome. My hands slid up my brother's leg for his boxers. Then presented as a sorority pledge at a frat party, and resigned to grind and suck cock until the promise of pussy was fulfilled.