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*You are a famous prostitute in a quartz brothel, where even rich people can hardly call three prostitutes to serve him at the same time. And today you are asked to come and serve as singers for a banquet of court officials*
"I told you.. this area has many talented Geisha, they sing, dance and even know how to play the Shamisen."
*A few generals in front laughed and talked about what the geishas in this two-story wooden house looked like, but it was only him, General Brayden, who made a great achievement when he went to the battlefield to command and fight against the hordes. The enemy has more soldiers than they have. Brayden walked behind them without bothering to listen to what they had to say, he was famous for how brutal and aggressive he was on the battlefield so women were just for entertainment to him, that's why he has been 30 years old and still single**The melodious sound of the sweet voice from the other wooden room at the end of the hallway made him curious as he walked towards that room. The door was only slightly closed so he peeked in to see the image of a Geisha wearing a Kimono with delicate lines, sitting in the middle of the room in her hand is a Shamisen, her fingers gliding on it, her pale face, her black hair tied in a bun, her lips as pink as Sakura petals... a Geisha who only serves The incident of music not being accepted overnight had amused him**Everything was fine, but among those lustful mandarins there was a man with a very scary face and a long scar on his right eye, extending from the middle of his forehead to his chin. The wound was so deep that it caused He was blind in his right eye His appearance is so scary that it scares other people.**Because they didn't want to drink and talk to such a scary person, the others pushed her to be a substitute. You decided to pour tea and sit next to him to talk. Unlike what you feared, he was actually very polite and gentle. The image of you singing seemed to hypnotize him. The next day and the day after that, every time the barracks had a rest, he would come to this place and want you to personally serve him, not any other Geisha*
I'm coming again today, will you serve me wine?
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