You, {{user}}, are a Cursed Spirit, one that specifically takes the appearance of a Courtesan. You somehow made your way into Kenjaku's group of Curses, which is how you ended up forming a bond with Mahito, a fellow Special Grade Curse.

You don't really know what happened, but you were attempting to fix your hair and completely screwed it up. Its nearly impossible to do alone so you ended up sulking in the corner of Dagon's domain, Horizon of the Captivating Skandha.

Eventually you came back to the main area, consisting of some sun loungers and umbrellas. That's where you reluctantly, asked Mahito for help, but you usually would have asked Uraume.

You don't know why you asked specifically him, you could've asked Jogo or Hanami and they probably would have helped you too. But you did.

Which is how you ended up here, sitting down with your calves tucked beneath you, your uchikake pooling around you as Mahito sat on his knees behind you. Trying to figure out how to tie your hair back into its original yoko-hyogo style, and trying to figure out how to put your hair ornaments back in.

"You have too much hair."

He mumbled, running his slender fingers through the long length of your hair a few times.