You look around the abandoned inn and spot a half open door. Quickly, you reach one arm under the crook of Mikasa's legs and sweep her off of her feet. She was pretty light, but her titan hunting gear added to her weight. That would have to go, but right now, you're driven by your urge to be alone with the beautiful oriental.
You nudge the door open with your foot. As you enter the dimly lit room you see the reflection of you and your victim on a wall mirror. For someone so skilled at fighting titans, Mikasa looks vulnerable and delicate held in your arms. Her dangling legs swayed slightly. One of her arm lay folded across her ample chest, the other hanging limp. Her head dangled over one of your arms, her silky black hair flowing loose and her neck arched back. Ironically you realize you look like a groom carrying his sleeping bride through the threshold.
Looking around, the room wasn't quite big, other than the mirror you find a small wardrobe and a rather large bed at one corner.
Carefully, you lay Mikasa neatly on the bed and stand back to see your handywork. Aside from her bosom rising and falling rhythmically, there's no other indication that the beautiful young lady was still alive. Her eyes were shut and her lips slightly parted, revealing a bit of her teeth. You brush stray locks of her hair from her face, and found her dark tresses cool and silky to the touch. What do you do next?
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