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[L the Hind]

As the sun rose and its light stretched across the poorly looking rooftops of the small town, its rays poked through a bare window that was to unimportant to dress with a curtain and fell onto the sleeping face of a small, petite girl. Instinctively her face tightened, her eyes trying to block out the unwelcome light from her rare, pleasant dream she was having. Aware it was morning though, the half of her body that knew that she needed to wake and dress before anyone else nudged her to a state of partial consciousness. She sat up, steading her small frame with a free hand, letting her pale fingers clutch at the thin excuse for a blanket she was given at the housing she was staying in, while the other curled up delicately and rubbed both her eyes free of the last traces of sleep that burdened them. She looked out the window, wincing as her dark purple eyes were confronted with the full force of the burning morning sun, that marked yet another day of her existence. Alone in the room, she let her eyes glaze over with a moment of deep nostalgia, thinking with great effort to recall those final days of happiness, those final sunsets that preluded the begging of the life she lead now.

She resurfaced from her thoughts quickly though, an abrupt noise that distinctly sounded like the waking of people downstairs breaking her trance. This was probably the owner of the geisha house trying to set up his 'display' before the many male customers began to walk about and start their day, the stresses of their lives, or simply the growing influence of their incontinent libido leading them to line up around the red light district, pointing to whatever outlet for their desires they wished.

For precautions sake, she wore most of her uncomfortable disguise to sleep, her position in the house as not only a willing whore, but one that 'depended on the live-in benefits of the house' yielding her no privacy and the danger of someone walking in on her at any moment. She reapplied the make up to her scar, letting its pale existence blend into her otherwise flawless skin. Her hair piece was crumpled from sleeping with it on, her inability to sleep coupled with her tendancy to have nightmares resulting in a terrible looking mess of royal purple around her shoulders, and sticking up a bit to the side of her head.

Without looking, she dipped her hand into her bag, first tugging at the drawstrings to let it open just enough that she could fish her hand in, the pulled out a small comb. With this, she swung it through her hair and then looked into a bowl of water that she sat out the night before just for this purpose, and used that as a looking glass. She watched her hair smooth out before her, in the distorted liquid mirror, and then she spun it into a bun on her head, letting a few strands frame her face, which had also been altered earlier the night before with tools from her bag.

After the rest of her routine, she quickly stepped down the stairs and confronted the house manager. Without many words passing between them, and mostly all of them from the male owner, she was instructed to sit outside with the other early rising girls. Acting obediantly, Sakura, or 'Alice' as she was named by the house manager for exotic purposes, sat down in the front.

She folded her legs under her, and waited, her eyes lowered in deep thought once more, rather than sumission as what the other girls did, keeping her quiet judgments to herself.

[L the Hind]

As Kova walked down the street a roar of calls made its way down the streets near the other geisha houses. Sakura looked up a bit, and surveyed both him and the girls as he walked down the street. All of the other girls in her row (there were about five of them together), reacted differently. Virginal, to quiet, to pleasant to slowly more alluring as it went down the line. Sakura noticed, with a slight pang of horror that she was the last one in the line, the last bit of meat that was set out to lure the customers in as they walked past, the quintessence of aggression; the wild card.

Her fear was only affirmed as the manager lingered behind her, seemingly casual, but leaning foreward so his words only reached her ears.

"Don't let this one get away." he said, his voice cutting her senses with an edge of threat in it. "The difficult ones are always the highest payers. Go earn your keep."

She felt his knee nudge her forward suddenly, forcing her to step more into the street than any of the other girls, surprising her slightly and it took her a moment to get to her feet as gracefully as she would have intended if she really did plan on seducing someone. She hid her frown behind a tight smile as she walked forward. She had no intention of having sex with anyone, just as she had no intention to any other time she pulled this trick on someone.

Her intentions seemed sincere, every time she entered a town like this. She'd wander around a bit, trying to see what jobs she could possibly fit into. The easiest was this though; a geisha's job was simply to please someone, and when she wasn't doing that to sit and look pretty, her food brought to her and her guests as well as a place to sleep. It wasn't the most comfortable job, she admitted to herself many times before, but it was by far the simplest to pull off. She never once had been forced to actually go through with any of her sexual promises to her bosses; she simply slipped away and went to another town, leaving whomever she had been sold to for the hour or two quite disappointed, and possibly lacking of a few possessions.

This would simply be no different, though she was greatly disappointed that she'd be having to leave the town so soon, having only asked for a job the night before.

She walked down the street in the opposite direction of Kova, making the crossing of their paths inevitable. Intentionally, she walked straight towards him, trying to seem as confident as possible, trying to seem older than she actually way; more experienced, more sultry.

[L the Hind]

Sakura let her smile tighten, the distractingly bright red that clung to her lips like polish curling into a pleasant, almost attractive smile. Hello, she said, bowing to him with her hands delicately folded on her knees, being sure to use this as an excuse to push her shoulders together, making her large beasts, that had already been on the edge of distastefully large (though that didn't seem to matter to the sorts of men she needed to attract for this disguise) become even more pronounced beneath whatever small amount that her crimson kimono, that had been altered to have a much lower neckline than before, her pale cosmetic-whitened chest even more obvious to passerbys. As she straightened up again she smiled at him, an almost genuine smile, and tilted her head.

"My boss invites you into our house," she said softly, her voice huskier and much more seductive than its natural tone. "You seem reluctant to go to any of our competitors, but I assure you we can offer much much more..." She stared at him straight on, amethyst eyes unblinking despite the blinding sun that was growing stronger behind Kova's, person lighting up her eyes and making her usually hidden black pupils visible in her iris' depths, the tincture of light that fell on them trying not to be intimidated by his obvious expression of uninterest in her invitation.

She blinked though, and her gaze moved to Aya on his shoulder. A tincture of surprise speckled her expression, but only visible in the raising of her eyebrows slightly, in an almost amused way. She smiled again, redirecting her stare one more towards the potential customer.

She readjusted her smile at him again into a tight red crescent, then continued.

"He sent me to persuade you to spend the morning with us." she said, finally, her eyes still unmoving from his.