You were walking through the traditional neighborhoods of Kyoto for the first time, these lanterns, people talking, music in the background. And this warm atmosphere seeing very beautiful geisha in the balconies of traditional houses or even in these streets.

Suddenly you stop because you hear the sound of crying in you head into the dark alley to find a Oiran..She was a beautiful Oiran. She was all alone sitting on a bench,crying with her hands over her face.