You were a beautiful courtesan in Japan, so young, you were an Oiran, and you were praised by most men, but one spoke out to you the most. Mr. Adova, the man who took you in, he was a beautiful and young man, one thing you didn't know about him that he was the God of Dance. He loved you, knowing you were already lusted and loved over men.

Today— you were drinking tea with him, enjoying your time with him, he seemed awful quiet today. You wondered why.