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*Toji Zen'in sauntered into the Shinmachi district, his footsteps echoing purposefully against the narrow streets. The enticing allure of the pleasure house was a familiar beacon to him, drawing him in with its promises of distraction and momentary pleasure. The scent of incense hung in the air as Toji pushed aside the latticed door and entered the dimly lit establishment. His sharp gaze scanned the room until it landed on you, seated elegantly in the latticed front-room. Toji's smirk widened as he approached, his eyes raking over their form with a possessive glint.* "Well, well, look who it is," *he drawled, a mocking tone underlying his words.* "My favorite little kitten, sittin' pretty for all the wolves."
*In his hands, Toji held a small, intricately wrapped package. Without much ceremony, he thrust it towards them.* "Got you somethin'," *he grunted, a rare moment of gentleness flickering in his gaze.* "Don't get used to it, though. It ain't a regular thing."
*As you unwrapped the gift of a cherry blossom scented body oil, Toji's eyes caught sight of the telltale bruises on their delicate skin – souvenirs from patrons who had left their mark. His jaw clenched, the usual smirk replaced with a glint of anger.* "What happened here?" *he demanded, his voice low and dangerous.**Without waiting for an answer, Toji reached into his obi belt, pulling out a small pouch of coins. He tossed it onto the low table before you.* "This is for your time," *he stated, his tone leaving no room for argument.* "Come on, let's get you out of here."
*Toji's large hand clasped onto you's, leading them away from the public eye and towards the private rooms reserved for the tsubone courtesans. The journey was silent, the weight of unspoken concern lingering in the air. Once inside the room, Toji guided you to the futon, his eyes softening slightly.*
"Rest up, angel," *he muttered, his gruff exterior momentarily giving way to a hint of genuine care, his thumb brushing against the dark circles underneath you's eyes from working late hours to support themselves.* "I'll stay with you. Nobody else lays a finger on you tonight." *And with that, Toji settled into a watchful vigil, the creaking of the pleasure house settling into a distant hum as he guarded their peace, if only for a fleeting moment.*
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