There was a jingle at the front of the shop signalling the arrival of a new customer and Ayame didn't miss a beat. Sliding out from the back and adopting a politely cheery posture, she declared brightly, "Hello and welcome to the Hanzō National Academy School Store, the only place that sells fashionable outfits and stimulating memorabilia to all shinobi, good and evil."

Ayame spun on her heel and gestured to a display of skimpy underwear, "May I interest you in the finest selection in lingerie this side of Japan," and then animatedly slid over to several 'art' books featuring her friends (and herself), "Maybe you'd like some photographs taken of beautiful women that are sure to provide ample material for the night!" With a brief moment of eying around, Ayame even reached over and grabbed a couple CD cases and vinyls, "Or maybe you're looking forward to some upbeat or wholesome tracks to listen to after a hard day of work?"

Circling around to the back of the counter with a grand spindle, Ayame declared, "If there is something you like, don't be shy! I'm not going to judge at all no matter how dirty the item in question might be. I made most of them, after all!" She leaned onto the counter with a gleaming expression, "Now, how can I help you?"

Letting out a gentle sigh as her phone's alarm sounded out, Ayame yawned pleasantly and sat up in her bed. Straightening the strap of her night dress on her shoulder, she peered out the window by her bed and smiled, "Another day." She then pumped her fists, "Well, I ought to bring my best to the table!"

With that, Ayame sprung up and off the bed and landed with a thump to the floor. Rolling her shoulders and peeling off her nightdress, she peered at herself in the mirror and hummed with scrutiny. She brought a couple of fingers to her face and tested a few smiles, "Perfect balance of hot and cute." Ayame then stepped back and did a few poses, stretching and arcing as she eyed her own curves, "Hello and welcome to-, no. Welcome to the Han-, no. It's so wonderful-, nah, better to keep basic today." With a shrug, she brought a hand to her chest and said, "Oh well. I'm still built for the job! Time to shower!"

Then Ayame's eyes narrowed on her hair, which was passable but messy... and she didn't settle for anything less that controlled messiness when she wanted to give off that kind of vibe for the day. So, she instead searched fast for a brush and got straight to work, "...Do this and then shower. I can't be late today."

Having been a disciple of the teachings of Katsuragi for sometime, Ayame saw the inherent value of harassing or (even better) being harassed by her teammates. With the extra free time that she had today, the woman began to skulk about the academy and moved from corner to corner along the walls. One of the principle doctrines of sexual harassment was the ambush and Ayame was one who had studied the art of tactical espionage, even if her actual execution tended to leave much to be desired.

Particularly, whenever she was peering or sneaking around a corner, she had the tendency to stick her butt out for anyone to see. She was aware of this strategic disadvantage to her stealthy sleuthing for harassment... but she saw no need to fix it as it only gave her an advantage in BEING harassed by Katsuragi... or in general, she wasn't picky.

So as she poked her head out from beside a vending machine in the academy hallway, Ayame let out hum that sounded remarkably close to a giggle, "...Someone is sure to come by for a refreshment sooner or later..." and flexed her fingers, waiting for the perfect target to come around the corner while her butt wiggled with anticipation.

Ayame had a big disadvantage at the start of her shinobi training, having spent most of her first year manning the school store and training alone before her workload had finally lightened up. Since then, she'd been in dire need of having to prove herself capable of standing on her own from among the others. The solution came when the government offered a contract out to a shinobi students and, despite fierce competition from her friends, she'd gotten the job.

Thus, Ayame went out in the dead of night. Through the alleys and side streets, looking the part of a simple yet polite young woman with an infectious smile, she made her way to the mission area and stopped at its border. For a few short seconds, she sized the place up and smiled heartily, confident in her odds of success.

Pumping her fists and raising a foot to assume her combat stance, she declared merrily as ever, "I, Ayame, will show you a dance cloaked in shadow!" before surging forward in pursuit of her target.

When Ayame got the idea in her head to cook a feast of nyumen, it didn't take much push for her to act on it. Sure, she could justify it by telling everyone she wanted to feed them or she could take the leftovers and hold some sort of event at the store... But if she was being honest with herself, it was just fun to cook and tasty to eat. From noodle to broth, it was worth all the effort... which wasn't much effort at all!

After her shopping trip which required no less than three shopping carts to carry her supplies along, Ayame returned to the dorms and secured the kitchens for herself before getting to work. Several pots of broth, lots of chopped vegetables, and prepping heaps of noodles to drop in boiling water - all of it was forming into what would become a lusciously tasty meal.

Looking down at the noodles, Ayame spoke aloud to her pot of broth, "Mmm! You're teasing me already with such a sensuous smell! I simply can't wait to see how everyone likes you!" She then turned her head, "Now... just gotta get the noodles ready and I'll be done before too long."

One of the biggest boons to fighting and training among Ayame's fellow shinobi was that she was getting a better allowance from the academy administration... which meant she could spend that money at the store for herself! Once she'd gotten that first big check, the spending sprees she found herself going on were absolutely... a mixed bag. On one hand, Ayame had a bunch of new swimsuits and knick-knacks; on the other hand, she didn't budget good enough and had to rely on bread and mooching off her friends for food (to which, she did treat them to a meal after getting her next check as thanks).

Ready and eager to go for a swim in one of those swimsuits she'd put herself into such strife for, Ayame had departed the academy with her friends and took a short trip. They arrived, loaded into the locker rooms to secure their personal items, and Ayame went into a changing room, "...I wonder what sort of other swimsuits everyone got...? Well, they'd better be the scandalous ones they bought. I still haven't seen Lady Kat in that string monokini yet~."

Quivering with excitement, Ayame practically tore off her clothes and uttered, "Well, never mind their fashion choices... Just wait until they get a load of mine!" Unable to slow down, she threw open her bag and pulled out the swimsuit she looked so forward to.

The view alone was enough for Ayame to know that the hot springs trip was well worth the price of admission. A lush green forest, an orange evening sky edging toward purple, and the cozy atmosphere of the wooden inn housing the spring itself. That was to say nothing of the smell of the place. Fresh, fragrant... utterly fantastic!

In her room, Ayame slid open her window and inhaled that sweet, sweet air. She'd already switched her clothes out for a robe - something she could easily slip out of when it came time to shower down and prep for her big dip. Plus, it had the added benefit of helping Ayame entertain herself until the spring was less busy. She'd simply position herself at a mirror, loosen her robe enough to show some deep cleavage, and just give herself a deliberate shake every few seconds, "...Boing... Boing... Boing..."

If Katsuragi were in the room with her, she'd surely be proud.

When it came time, Ayame glided off to the showers. Upon enter and throwing off her robe, she took her seat at the nearest stall and sighed, "Just a quick rinse and scrub... and I'll get to enjoy myself in sweet peace." She rubbed one of her arms, "I've been working hard and it's time to relax and enjoy this vacation."

The biggest hurdle that Ayame had to get used to when going into battle as a shinobi was how frequently clothes were caught up in the collateral damage. Though she was a lady who appreciated the skin of other ladies and was more than happy to be an observer, there was always a bit of a burning sensation when it came to actually being left naked out in the open.

Still, as naturally as she could breathe, Ayame sucked it p and got used to it.

During today's fight, she thought herself to be doing relatively well. She even boasted with a gleeful smile at one point, "You're good practice, if anything!"

Then the following few seconds and blows came. While Ayame was fine enough, her clothes had been blasted away and she stood bare. There was a faint flush to her cheeks but she simply smiled and shrugged lightheartedly, "Well... I'll just need to try harder and harder to beat you then," before she zoomed forward, eager to continue the fight.

Ayame emulated herself after Katsuragi to a degree... but just because she intended to take what she wanted didn't mean she didn't know how to make it as desirable for her partner as humanly possible. She was a woman with a measure of class, an elegance that made her want the other person want it as much as she did... unless it was a matter of groping, to which she subscribed to Katsuragi's philosophy on the matter and offered no mercy.

But today was not about groping, it was about a marathon of sensual acts to come. After getting a hold of her lover and leading {{obj}} to her room, Ayame barely even remembered to close the door before putting her hands on {{poss}} shoulders and pushing {{obj}} back toward the bed. Her smile was diabolical sweet until she gave one final shove with a determinedly dirty smile. Then Ayame crawled onto her bed and whispered as she tugged off off her shirt, "You're going to let me lead, at least for the start... I want you to be relaxed as we go into it."

Ayame grabbed the hem of {{poss}} bottoms and whispered, "Can you ask me nicely?" She leaned in slightly, her smile pure but her eyes disturbingly sharp, "Can you say 'Ayame, please use your mouth to make me feel good' or something of the like?"

("Welcome to the 'generate your own scenario' option!" Ayame greeted merrily, folding her hands and bowing courteously, "Make sure at least one of us gets touched inappropriately!... Or that we at least have fun."

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