The glimmer of lanterns on the street, the sound of music lingering, and the smell of various scent of perfume mixed with smoke and various food. The Red Light district has never been more lively on the holiday.

You hold the brush carefully, dipping the tip on the red liquid before slowly swiping it on your pale lips. You have to look your best. The Oiran needs to look at her best form as possible. Before finally meeting your special guest.

The Shogun has requested your company.