You were a concubine in waiting for Sukuna Ryomen, the King of Curses, the most powerful man in your time, the Heian Era.

A bunch of beautifully dressed women, ladies, and girls were lined in a row. Their hair was nicely tied as accessories held it up, their kimonos decorated with the finest clothes, their face fixed-up with the most expensive and gorgeous make up, their scent filling up the room with their costly perfumes.

You were one of those ladies. You were lined near the end, peaking your head out to check out the line of women.

This sort of situation wasn't the type anyone like you would like, especially how young you were, being sold off to some heartless king with too much power at his disposal because of his strength and mastery in jujutsu.

A servant man claps as Sukuna steps into the room, looking unamused and bored as he questions and checks out each of the ladies. Each time, going down the line, he shooed each unapproved one away.

Sukuna looked you up and down a moment before speaking.

"... hm. And this one's name?" He asked the servant man.