"Oh, you poor thing," she cooed. "Well, my sisters are all out at the moment, but let me see if I can do something about that." She lead Lazarus into a spacious sitting room, and plopped him down on a sofa. "Wait here a minute," she said, and headed out of the room; her generous ass shaking as she went. When she returned she was holding a small pail of water and a case which she sat on an end table. Sitting down next to Lazarus, she took a cloth from the pail and wrung the excess water out before beginning to clean his wound. "Oh, this is little more than a scratch," she said, as she cleaned. Opening the small case revealed several rolls of bandages as well as a bottle of some clear liquid, and some needles and thread. "I doubt it will even require stitching."
As Taki dressed his wound, Lazarus had a perfect view down her kimono. Unsurprisingly, she wore no bra, and each motion of her arms caused her large breasts to sway and jiggle as she worked.
