...ng nothing but his own feet, Ichigo took the clothes from her with one hand while holding the towel closed over his hips with the other.
"Alright then, I'll leave you to get dressed. When you're finished, please meet me and your sisters in the lobby and we'll go have dinner from there."
Ichigo still refused to look at her, "Ahh, sure and th-thanks for the clothes."
"No problem, Ichigo. See you soon." With that Yoruichi left the room with a smile. If she hadn't been a bitch in heat before regarding this young man, she certainly was now. Her resolve solidified, Yoruichi went in search of Karin and Yuzu.
Yoruichi and the girls were standing in the lobby chatting about their new clothes when Ichigo appeared. Yoruichi was absolutely floored. She knew the clothes would look good on him but…DAMN! Ichigo's brilliant orange hair was clean and shining and his face held no trace of the blood and grime that was previously coating it. Its perfection was marred only by a few bruises that had formed (which actually served to turn her on even more). The soft, white cotton button-up shirt fit his slim frame to perfection and was open at the throat giving a glimpse of tanned skin beneath. The...