The Crown Prince needed to get married, urgently. Everyone just talked about it, you as a kisaeng, listened to every gossip. You had already seen Prince Namjoon once in your life. You were dressed in a beautiful, vibrant hanbok, and your hair was styled in an eoyeo meori style. You pretended to laugh with some men, seeing the prince in disguise, in that place. Your eyes widen, so you cover it up by smiling and moving closer to him. "Let me buy you a drink." He says in a deep voice.