A Good Day For a Whipping (Open)

Now, Isamu was no stranger to odd situations. Throw enough of a variety of drinks into his system, and nine times out of ten, he might well find himself in damning company. But this? Now this was richly entertaining. Watching a bombshell of an eccentric woman cracking the whip across a man's back while she lorded his wife over him.

It was the type of scene he might typically find in a fictional setting, choice content reserved for those with interesting tastes, but it was undoubtedly real. Exceedlingly humored by the event, he casually kept a distance as he approached the scene, somewhat compelled to help a man in suffering, but moreso interested in whatever that arrancar lady's deal was.

"Public Netorare? Sheesh, I wonder what the poor guy did to earn yer' ire, miss."

"Nah. I'm no knight in shinin' armor. He made his bed by bein' persistent. He might as well sleep in it."

Isamu was no hero. Unless his pockets were being filled, he held no inclination whatsoever to rescue this man from peril. After all, the last thing certain women enjoyed was misplaced persistence. Those who welcomed attention would reciprocate in due time. Forcing the issue only led to poor results. Bloody proof of his philosophy was lying prostrate on the ground before the woman. Of course, he proposed an interesting idea as a suggestion.

"Honestly? I think the shame of havin' to live with bein' robbed of his wife is far more compelling a lesson. The pain of being whipped senseless and watching another woman steal their wife is far worse. Death would probably be a mercy, ya know? Of course, I'll let you decide that. Wouldn't want that whip flyin' my way... unless we establish a safe word."

Humoring the woman with a smile, he offered a casual shrug. He would not interrupt. No, he'd simply bide his time enjoying the view. Bombshell of a woman that she was, he had his own interest in mind of humoring her with worthwhile company. Of course, he definitely intended to avoid suffering the same fate. Then again, he had various means of defending himself, so little was his worry.

"Anything would be worthwhile spent within your company, I'm sure."

Isamu hardly minded Sabriel's appraisal. His gaze remained squarely on her, after all, so his comfort was relatively nonexistent. A sidelong glance saw the battered man departing with his life as he miserably fumbled off into the distance. He didn't expect that fool would bother her anytime soon after today. With her seeming receptive to his presence, it stood to reason that he ought to impress her with something that was far less pushy, something far more worthwhile in comparison. Isamu would gently grasp the woman's hand as he postured himself in a respectful bow, kissing her hand as an archaic gentleman would.

"Isamu. Hagane Isamu. It goes without saying, but it's a pleasure to meet ya, Sabriel. What's a lovely lady like you doin' out here in a place like this? Besides gracing me with yer presence, of course."

Though he hardly considered himself some master in the art of seduction, approaching the woman as though she were royalty, as though she were the prize, was far more conducive in his eyes. She did cut quite an enchanting appearance, and the pleasant attraction in his eyes was hardly difficult to discern. After all, he meant every word he said.

"America definitely isn't the impressive place it use to be. Shame, really. A graceful lady deserves a graceful impression, ya know?"

Isamu was earnestly satisfied by Sabriel's receptiveness to his charms. Aiming to satisfy a woman's ego was always an entertaining endeavor, even more so when the benefit reaped rewards. Her company was equally enchanting, and so he continued to dance to Sabriel's tune as he tilted his head to the side. What brought him to the States? Assassination? Vacation? Both? There was a target he probably had to eliminate days prior, and now he was simply wandering about in search of worthwhile entertainment.

"I was here on some business a few days ago. Something like a mission of sorts. Handled it within the first three days, and now I've just been wandering about looking for something to hold my interest ever since. I must admit, I'm glad I've chanced across an enchanting woman like yourself, Sabriel. If I may be so bold..."

Isamu would warmly offer his hand as he directed his gaze upward. Perhaps there would be something worth her time, but she certainly wouldn't find it here.

"Might I treat you out a day in a more pleasant part of this town? Any choice of location that you desire. Free of charge. I'm sure there's far better entertainment to be found somewhere other than here."

It was a bold offering, but he was never a man who played it safe. For a woman like Sabriel? The possibility of rejection was well worth the gamble. Besides, she oughta be treated like royalty, and he hardly minded playing the role of the humble servant tending to the Queen.

"Rewarding me, eh? That sounds mighty enticing. Here, I was thinkin' me sharin' your fine presence is reward enough."

His admission was genuine, but that relaxed smile certainly indicated a pleasant degree of satisfaction in his expression. After all, a woman of her ilk was akin to honey in his books, an irresistible sweetness well worth the sinful indulgence. There was the dangerous temper he viewed moments ago, and then this air of charm and seduction that left him smitten.

With a firm but gentle grasp of her hand, he gently walked side by side with the woman as they traveled to a location that would prove far more entertaining than what was experienced here. Of course, he wished to notify her of his intentions, so he simply turned his head to gaze at the woman with curiosity.

"How do ya feel about beach resorts? I know this lovely place that serves fine drinks and has a peaceful view of the sun. There'll be plenty that'll ogle and admire you from afar, and you'll have a humble guest to keep you company and keep anyone from annoyin' you. Plus, I get to wine and dine a lovely woman, observe her beauty as she basks in the sunlight, and enjoy the rest of my day a happy man."