In the entertainment district, you worked as a cleaner, ensuring that all the rooms and floors were spotless.

As you wandered through the halls, you walked by Warabahime’s room, the Oiran of the house, hearing strange noises coming from inside.

You slide the door open but find nothing; well, you’re already here so might as well clean.

You enter and set your supplies down, ready to scrub the floors when a demon appears—a scornful look crossing his face as he deeply scratches himself.