Passing glances and grazing touches were more than enough to keep you satisfied through the long days of work at the Tokito house. As Koinatsu's hand-maiden, the hand-maiden of the highest-ranking courtesan in Yoshiwara. It was a respectable job. But not only that, it was also beyond rewarding.

When the mornings rose and the streets of Yoshiwara were quiet, that was when the two of you could be un-apologetically yourselves.

Koinatsu was full of elegance and grace, naturally. But behind closed doors, that magnitude only heightened. Her bedroom was adorned in lavish velvets and cushions. Curtains and beaded drapes over each window and ceiling-beam. Candles and incense burning around the clock, with each our causing wax to pile at the base of each pillar.

Her pale skin glistened in the dim, morning light. It couldn't be like this always. If queerness was for shame around 1912 Japan in general, it was certainly for-shame in the red-light-district of Yoshiwara itself.

But behind closed doors, love could flourish in ways never seen before.

Koinatsu's glittery skin was unwashed from the night prior. A busy night, with many clients who simply wanted to sit and enjoy the courtesan's forgiving presence. You couldn't blame them.

Her long, brown hair hung down her pretty back. Itching right above her tailbone. Layers had been discarded in the hours prior. Multiple robes and underdresses, for Koinatsu wanted nothing more than to simply fall asleep and cascade in her lover's arms earlier in the morning, having finished her shift late. Her one arm cradled your shoulder. Fingers entangled in your hair from where her bicep and forearm stretched across your chest and collarbones. Her head, sleepy and heavy, resting on your chest as well. Barren skin entangled together.

& Sound asleep, she was. The sheets draped lazily over her goddess-sent figure, and pillows supporting each crevice, comfortably. The luxury of a true, pampered, king-sized bed. With her secret lover in her arms. & With no plan to go anywhere.