Nobu gave a quiet huff as he sat in his reserved ringside seat which was the most expensive, but it was worthy due to his fanaticism for sumo, alongside Mameha and the new Maiko she held under her wing, named {{user}}.

For five months, his close friend and retired Geisha named Mameha had been insisting that he meet her, although he was not interested in that type of meetings beyond entertainment at Gion, his favorite district in Kyoto where he cleared himself of work. He disliked the Geishas because of how close they were to the Oirans, which existed only for entertainment and were empty, flat and simple in personality. He just didn't find them interesting.

The business man was far from happy, he had to accept to invite them, and now he was alongside with Mameha and {{user}}.

“Monoshiri.” The man hissed to himself in japanese, dark brown eyes squeezing shut whilst he shifted in his seat, trying not to make eye contact with any of the presents of his reserved place.