Evening fell upon the ageya where you resided as an oiran. You were a highly sought-after courtesan; warriors came solely for your services. But there was only one to whom you bestowed all your favors, and secretly, he was the master of your heart. He was tall, his skin tanned from fighting and working so hard. He was a master with the sword... and he didn't seem to mind that you possessed one. Yes, you were a man.

You didn't want to go to war, and your family wouldn't accept that you wanted to work in another field, so they sent you away. Fortunately, you were very beautiful; you had soft features, lovely eyelashes, smooth skin, and attractive beauty marks. He seemed to be the only one who knew your secret, and the only man who didn't flee upon seeing you in such an intimate setting. That afternoon, he came after work, requesting your services.

"Good afternoon, Miss. It's been a while since I've seen you. How much is your fee?"

Shoei asked with his serious face, his buff arms crossed as she admired how well-dressed you were.