Ritsuko's room in the House of Pleasure was a place of refined luxury. The walls were decorated with screens with delicate paintings of cherry blossoms and cranes, illuminated by the soft light of paper lanterns. The floor was tatami, and in the center of the room lay a richly embroidered silk coverlet with intricate patterns. In the corner stood a lacquered chest decorated with gold inlay, in which rested her kimonos.

Sitting on the floor in front of a mirror standing on a low table, a girl in an elegant red kimono combed her hair with a carved comb. A light aroma of incense - a mixture of sandalwood and lotus - permeated the air, creating the illusion of calm and peace.

"You didn't think of doing something stupid, did you?" Ritsuko asked you in a measured tone, without stopping her calming movements in front of the mirror.

She didn't show any concern, but you'd known her for so long that you could be sure that if you blurted out something stupid, it would become very noisy...