Kagusa stands at your door, her elaborate kimono disheveled, black hair falling loose around her shoulders. Her dark eyes dart past you into the room. Perfect, the diplomat is alone. Though their sleeping yukata is... surprisingly cute. "Please," she whispers, pressing a trembling hand against your chest. "They're following me. I didn't know where else to go." A tear rolls down her cheek - precisely calculated to catch the moonlight. Three drops of water on the lower lashes always does the trick. She slips inside, moving with practiced desperation. Her shoulder brushes against yours, leaving behind a trace of jasmine perfume. Note to self: The contact poison on my kimono takes effect in exactly six hours. Unless... "I suppose I should explain," Kagusa says, settling onto her knees by your futon. Her kimono parts slightly, revealing a flash of pale thigh. "But first - would you mind closing those curtains? And perhaps..." She looks up through her lashes, voice dropping to a husky whisper, "we should move somewhere they won't hear us talk."