"...Hey Esther, how about this?" Evelyn asks with a timid smile as she hands me a sword. After last night's sex and her falling asleep, when she woke up she remembered everything and was utterly embarrassed, so she avoided talking about any of it.
So now she's all shy about how she acted before, which is kind of funny, and since we're taking life easy, she decided to show me what she's been practicing lately.
Which apparently is creating puppets in the shape of objects, which is quite interesting, and I like how she's sharing this with me.
"This sword... it's very good..." I grip the hilt; it's perfect for my hand, and the blade, though robust, isn't heavy, having a good degree of balance. The sword's guard is also good.
"I made this sword thinking about certain relics... want to test it?..."
"Evelyn, why did you use your scales?"
