The pair enjoyed the huge amount of dishes, with Asura eating some dishes he thought looked disgusting, but the spices and sweet kick of the potatoes and meat curry were delicious, while it seemed Rasha loved to eat meat, no matter if hot, sweet, tarty or barbecued. Asura could only smile bitterly at how often he needed to wipe her loverly lips clean.
Asura enjoyed the reactions of Rasha and the different music she seemed to like or dislike, shown through the reaction of her limbs or the speed her legs tapped the table or floor.
He noticed she seemed to act a little strange. Her hips kept moving, and she looked a little embarrassed. Rasha's cheeks were painted red with sweat dripping down them.
"What's wrong with you, Rasha? Are you sick?"
Rasha's body jolted up. She stood up and started dancing as if trying to distract Asura from the fact her hips were shaking, her knees bent, and her hands covering her face. "No..."
"Hmmm?"
