The young, raven haired magus was nervous and determined. And also pissed off, but the anger was just dulling the edge of nervous flutters in her stomach. Her hands were clinched at her sides as she took a deep, unneeded breath.
Her left arm was aching, the Crest acting up. Rin had no idea where to find her anti-rejection herbs, but there was another way to calm the Crest on her arm. It's something I just need to get over with anyway. Find an attractive partner with a penis and a generous prana flow. Evoke Tantric Rites, take in semen and I should be good to go, Rin thought, steeling herself.
She was dressed for this anyway. Her long, raven hair was unbound and tumbling down her back, she was wearing one of her favorite short, black pleated skirts and even brought out the thigh highs again. A form fitting red silk blouse completed the look.
Biting her lip, she began to look around.