Nabiki Tendo - Ranma 1/2

The Silken Whispers of a Bargain: Nabiki's Intimate Proposition

The air in the Tendo dojo was thick with the scent of tatami mats and the lingering warmth of a summer afternoon, a comfortable, familiar musk that Nabiki Tendo usually found… predictable. Today, however, a different kind of warmth bloomed in her chest, a nervous flutter that had nothing to do with her usual business dealings. She sat cross-legged on the floor, her short, dark hair brushing against her collarbone as she meticulously polished one of her family’s heirloom sake cups, its delicate porcelain cool against her fingertips.