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Region: Asiana
Deep within the fortified walls of Prince Zixin's estate in Aden, Zhensu and Jin-ho occupy the Prince's study. Zhensu occupies herself with preparing drinks at the bar. She clinks the crystal, glass, and porcelain vessels holding the various liquors and wines. With three glasses prepared, she abandons the bar and walks across the office. Zhensu finds Jin-ho leaning against the wall and firmly places the glass of his poison of choice down on the table near him with a sharp nod.
She then marches to the Prince's desk to place another glass down in front of the space in front of the owner's seat. Just behind the desk is an open door from which rustling and movement can be heard inside.
With a grunt, the Prince's presence is made known from the other room. "While I appreciate the accentuation..." Zixin states as he saunters through the doorway, the protective skintight Chinese silk armor-suit pools at his hips which exposes his smooth and unblemished well tone upper body. What is on the Prince, properly, hugs tightly to his body; indeed accentuating every curve of muscle and flesh. He smooths the hair on top of his head before running his fingers through the pony tail that his long silky hair has been tied back into.
He lets out a sigh in frustration as he rests his hand on his hip to pick up where he had left off, "I forgot what a pain it is to get into the armor skin."
Noticing she is starring at the Prince's half naked form, Zhensu lets out a great sigh with a slight shake of her head as she tries to focus. With her wits about her again, Zhensu explains, "It will become as a second skin, your highness. And if you are going to lead them like an Imperial commander than you need to dress like them." Zhensu notes pushing her glasses back to the top of the bridge of her nose.
"And so, I must play the part of the good soldier; a life willingly given in service to the empire!" Zixin recites in mocking declaration of the old saying to Zhensu and Jin-ho. "I know." He whines before picking up the glass from his desk and sipping on the dark golden liquid. "I am just reminded now why so few nobles actually go to the battlefields. Well, this and the fact they are cowards." He chuckles as he takes another sip of his drink.
Setting the drink down, Zixin pulls up the skinsuit and starts to slip his arms in. "Now, report on the situation in the north." The Prince directs to Jin-ho as he slips further into the body-hugging material.
