Naimishi's eyes remained locked on the man who stared back at her, holding a bag of peanuts with a dippy expression on his face. In one swift motion, she twirled him around. "Wh..who are you? Not from the backside. I_I prefer doing it from the front, you know." Hiraan spluttered, his words stumbling over one another.
Completely clueless about his ulterior motives, Naimishi's eyes zeroed in on his back. "It's flat as a brass coin." She whispered, her words still reaching Hiraan's ears. "No. He is not him." Naimishi muttered defiantly, shaking her head in disbelief.
Flames of anger flickered and danced within Hiraan. This is the second time someone has labelled him 'ass flat'. But this lady took it another step, comparing his ass to the thickness of a penny brass coin. It wasn't just an insult to him but a downright slap to his courtesans who worshipped his peaches with unwavering adoration.