Emiya
Emiya smiled at the girl currently clinging to his arm, her ample breasts pressing against it.
It was easy to squish any illicit thoughts that would have popped up now, knowing both her and what she possessed. So there wasn't any trace of a blush on his tawny features and his smile was genuine. He chuckled at her childlike joy, remembering Ilya, Nursery, and Jack. Despite how dangerous they were, they were still little girls deep down.
The toymaker smiled and clapped his hands. "Ah, the lovely young lady has a good eye! She likes soft things, yes?"
The spider monkey jumped from the toymaker's shoulder onto Tsumiko's with a happy squeal before gently looking through her long, violet hair.