Sullied Snow Pure White [Izumi, Katori]

"Touch is the sight of the blind. To see something is shallow to touch it, until the day when I gaze upon the world in my art and feel all of my senses immersed I am blind. To paint the field on my canvas and be able to smell the scent of flowers in my nose, feel the wind on my face and dirt under my feet I've not achieved my dream."

Izumi explained to Katori, her fingers were back on her skin like they had never left and she leaned in to take in her scent. Would her art ever capture the scent of a woman's perfume so that to gaze upon it could make the viewer have their nostrils filled with that same flavour? How she dreamed of that ideal where her art style could be complete.

"I won't be satisfied until my work evokes such feelings from those that gaze upon it. Get it?"

She asked while her fingers roamed from the shoulder and followed the lines and contours of her model's body.

Unfortunately for Katori, Izumi's exploratory hands were out of interest to ingrain the architecture of her body into her memory but they were also not afraid to explore more inappropriate spots unless she was met with resistance. Of course there was the fact that she was just also into being able to play with people shamelessly like this but that was neither here nor there.

"I guess I could paint myself but I'm not really interested, I already know what my body is like. I enjoy models a lot more, it's more fun that way but it's easy enough to paint from memory or what's in my mind. A model just gives me a reference and can inspire me in different ways."

She leaned in closer with her wavy hair brushing along the other woman's skin lightly, she really had so much further to go if she wanted to achieve her dream. No painting of her's could capture this dainty woman's skin or scent.

"I suppose I do ought to pay you for your services in modelling, huh?"

Izumi muttered while peeling away the fabric of the kimono a bit more to look, scars, marks and defects or even tattoos that added character to the canvas of a person's skin. She wanted to see them all.

The eccentric artist took another moment to analyse, she was more relaxed now and even discarded her shield. While she did find there being something incredibly attractive about the way that she was so tense and absorbed in her mind earlier this was fine too.

Fine enough of a reason for her to gently push Katori onto her back and hover over her with a faint grin to get a new angle of indulgence. Viewing something in its entirety could not be seen from one vantage point and she did like looking down at the white-haired doll which she wanted to lay on top of, which she promptly did after a few moments.

"Well, are you going to do something or lay there all night?"

She prompted with an impish expression that made sure that the woman's vision was dominated by. Izumi was more than happy to give her a little hint if she needed it.

That was more like it for her tastes, Izumi took the enthusiastic reply as all the agreement she needed. Content to spend the rest of the night indulging her curious hands, allow for Katori to do the same - she expected it really - and so she did. She handled and played with as she pleased, as much as she could get away with and allow to whatever it was that the doll wanted.

However Izumi was not a cheat here, she might lie to get out of a pickle but she completed meant what she said to Katori beforehand. When the other woman finally drifted off and Izumi considerately let the exhausted woman rest so that she could resume quietly painting for the rest of the night in the room.

Gone by dawn she was due to needing to fulfill those pesky shinigami duties and on top of Katori's discarded shihakusho which was in the same place it was left the night prior was a pouch of kan. Easily enough to be called a month's wages for a shinigami of the Gotei and more than what you'd probably just give a model for painting. Izumi had got far more than that though, hadn't she?