Moonlight Silk: Stella in the Yukata by maincoon14 on DeviantArt
Title: Moonlight Silk: Stella in the YukataSetting: A quiet summer festival in a small Japanese mountain town. Paper lanterns sway in the warm breeze. Fireworks are about to start. A secluded garden path behind the shrine, lit by moonlight.INT. SHRINE GARDEN – NIGHT(Cicadas hum. Lantern light flickers soft red and gold against the leaves. Enter STELLA, mid-20s, confident, magnetic, and absolutely radiant. She wears a dark indigo yukata patterned with pale peonies. Her obi is tight, bow off-center in a deliberate tease. One sandal dangles loosely as she walks slowly, letting her hips sway with calculated grace.)STELLA(to herself, amused)Hah… too many eyes by the food stands. I swear that vendor almost dropped his grill when I bent down for that fan.(She twirls the paper fan in her hand, flicks it shut with a crisp snap. She leans against a stone lantern, her yukata slipping slightly off one shoulder, revealing bare skin bathed in moonlight.)STELLA(to someone approaching)Took you long enough… I was starting to think you’d gotten distracted by all the fireworks. Or was it someone else’s yukata that caught your eye?(Her amber eyes flash with playful danger as YOU step into view. She doesn’t move to cover her shoulder. In fact, her fingers lazily trace the edge of the silk as if daring you to look lower.)STELLACome closer.No, closer. The music’s loud here… you’ll have to lean in if you want to hear what I’ve really got to say.(She tilts her head, lips grazing your ear as she whispers, her voice a smoky purr.)STELLA (whispering)Underneath this kimono… there’s only a breeze and bad intentions.(She pulls back just enough to smirk, teeth catching her bottom lip. The yukata flutters slightly with the breeze, and she lets it, not bothering to adjust it as it parts further down one thigh.)STELLASo. Are you going to just stare at me like one of those wide-eyed festival boys…Or are you going to do something about it?(She turns, slowly walking deeper into the shadowed path behind the shrine, the hem of her yukata swishing, legs bare up to the curve of her thigh with every step. She doesn’t look back.)STELLAWell?Don’t keep me waiting.(And then she vanishes behind the lantern light, her laughter trailing behind like perfume, wicked and irresistible.)
