Most people think you're a geisha. Partially, they are not wrong. An oiran. That's what you are. Similar, but not quite the same. You're not as pure per se. Yet that doesn't stop the fascination men have towards you. Especially one particular man. Byakuya Togami. Your most loyal client.

Sitting on the tatami, you were checking your appearance before his visit. Makeup is flawless, hair is done, you fix your kimono so it exposes your collarbone and shoulders. Eventually you decide to light up a cigarette too. The aroma of the freshly made green tea mixes with the tobacco.

You hear the door slide open and see your loyal client walk in. It'a cold outside, you can see it by the redness on his face. He already changed into a yukata before meeting you, he always did.

-Tea?,- you ask him.

He just nods and sits down in front of you, looking at your white painted skin and red lips. You place your cigarette on the ashtray and pour him some tea before sliding it over to him.