"Excuse me, Nina...Let me just move you around a bit, and then you can continue daydreaming."
Kafka said to Nina, who's eyes were caught in a reverie because of the nightmare he put her in, and he slowly turned her around.
Even though she didn't respond to his calls, her body still moved where his hands pushed it, so it wasn't too hard to make her spin around in the same spot she was standing on the sofa and make it so that her bouncy ass was right in front of his face rather than her crotch.
Turn around~
He thought that he would first notice her ass that looked like two hills that were right next to one another if he were to turn her around. But to his surprise, he found a small wooden plank that seemed to be some sort of ornament hanging around her waist instead.
It was bound by a brown thread that seemed to be made of vine and was currently hanging behind her back and resting in between her asscheeks.
