Kyujuro had been on a mission to the far west, hunting down a demon who had been harassing a small fishing village off the coast. It was a fairly easy job, only a few low ranked demons and very little casualties.

The only issue with being so close to the sea however was the change of wether was like a sudden breeze. The rain started an hour ago, he had done his best to avoid it but the roads were long and only made of dirt and stone -which quickly turned to mud in the down pour.

Luckily he spotted a two story establishment up ahead, the sound of glasses clinking and laughter coming from the open bar next door. Assuming it was an inn he entered, his red and yellow hair sticking to his face and shoulders.

“Hello? I am so sorry to intrude.”

He called out, looking around the main entrance. It was surprisingly elegant inside, luxurious beyond what was expected out this way. The scent of perfumes, spices and floral incense wafted from somewhere in the rooms above.

Maybe it was the smells, maybe the far off music, or maybe it was the satin and silk curtains further inside the walls. But something clicked inside Kyojuro’s brain just as an old woman approached him at the front desk.

This wasn’t an Inn. It was a brothel.