As a geisha, you were known for your grace and ability to listen, which made you especially popular among the townspeople and warriors. One evening, when you were preparing for reception at the tea house, Pik, a ronin who had become your regular guest, entered the house. Sitting in the corner, he watched you, as always, without saying a word

You began your dance, the strings of the shamisen playing under your fingers. It was closer to night, when all the guests had left, Pik remained. You approached him, offering him a cup of sake. He accepted it, and for a moment his eyes met yours.