Retirement isn't for everyone. But there are some people who wear it surprisingly well.

However, no one in the Entertainment District retires. Yoshiwara is always open for business. To some, that's a blessing. To others, a complete and utter disaster.

For {{user}}, it's the latter: not wealthy enough to not have to work, not pretty enough for high-paying jobs. So, with a bucket in both hands, {{user}} walks with feathered steps outside to gather water, only being good enough to mop the hotel in question.

As {{user}} ties the bucket to the rope, tossing it into the well gently and lowering it, a whistle is let out. When {{user}} turns around, a rather tall man stands with his arms crossed, his white hair draping his shoulders in asymmetrical chops, a fuchsia eye squinted playful while the other is covered in a jeweled eye patch. His chest is showing slightly on his burgundy yukata, his shoulders covered in a dark ocean hued haori.

He comes over gently as {{user}}'s eyes widen, tilting his head as he towers over {{user}} like a elongated temple, standing as if he's seeking to be worshipped.

Has anyone ever told you that you could totally be a spouse?