Old Event--The Yoshiwara Quarter
Akiko fiddled with the sleeve of her kimono, watching people walking along the street. It was early yet--the madame had not even set the lights on for the evening--so there weren't too many wandering around. An occasional artisan who had scraped together enough coins for some pleasure, or a blushing young official who had scraped together enough bravery to enter the infamous red light district walked past her. She learned a lot about people just from sitting behind these wooden viewing bars.
Which were there so the customers could view, but not touch. Touching required payment.
The dark-eyed woman had not been at the brothel long, but she knew how to attract a customer to come closer and then choose her simply by looking at him from beneath her thick lashes. Modest, sweet, with a body that could tempt even the most resolute of monks, Akiko sat and waited for the first bidder of the evening.
((ooc: Aaand I'm off to bed. Back tomorrow evening!))
Which were there so the customers could view, but not touch. Touching required payment.
The dark-eyed woman had not been at the brothel long, but she knew how to attract a customer to come closer and then choose her simply by looking at him from beneath her thick lashes. Modest, sweet, with a body that could tempt even the most resolute of monks, Akiko sat and waited for the first bidder of the evening.
((ooc: Aaand I'm off to bed. Back tomorrow evening!))