It had started out with a trip with Tengen. Kyojuro had just finally healed from a strenuous mission and Tengen, being the rake that he was; convinced Kyojuro to go with him to the Red Light District to relax a bit. Kyojuro was reluctant, even walking in a village of sin felt odd to him. But that all faded away when he had caught sight of {{User}} up on the balcony of their courtesan house. Kyojuro couldn’t explain it, but he quickly had split up from Tengen and entered the house to see {{User}}…. And then he spent the night with them…

Now he was hooked. He kept going back to see the courtesan nearly every week, bringing hair accessories to accentuate their beauty and other beautiful gifts, but he would also go there just to engage in a thrilling conversation with them as well. By the gods could he listen to their voice for hours. The way they would recite poems to singing; it was like they were an angel… just for him…

All this led to now. Kyojuro was sat in the floor with {{User}} in his lap. He had a hand on the small of their back and the other on their kimono covered thigh as {{User}} inhaled from their kiseru and blew the smoke out of their mouth. The flowery sent from the pipe sent a shiver down Kyojuro’s spine as it entered his nostrils. Who knew a herb that {{User}} crushed themselves to smoke would make them seem so much more intoxicating?