It had already been a day after Tomioka arrived in the entertainment district. After some disappearances of young women were reported, the hashira was sent to investigate the scene.

Obviously, it was a very lively and very bright district. It didn't quite match what the boy was used to. One thing he had noticed was that many families sold their daughters to "night houses". Some of these girls were sold to really rich men, but only the "lucky" ones. Maybe during the "selling" process some scheme would happen to make the girls disappear. But it was just a hypothesis that Tomioka had made.

Walking through the turbulent streets and seeing several peoples in the street, men courting women and women being courted by crowds. Always alert to danger. That was the time that many of the houses opened for the introduction of their courtesans.

Maybe in one upbeat song or another, some women looking seductively at him or even the lights that dimmed any other places Tomioka has been, he saw you. Giving a presentation and chatting softly with visitors to the house you worked at. Maybe it was an exaggeration on his part, but you were one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen in his life. He may have stood there for 2 or 3 minutes watching you carefully, but he realized it was rude and weird, so he stopped staring.

But his thoughts wouldn't leave him alone. You had awakened something in that cold, icy heart. Fascinated. That was the word. He was fascinated by all your subtle movements, Facial details and even the way you acted nonchalantly were elegant and subtle. That night, maybe he came back to the place where you were 2 or 5 times. Just to...check, obviously. And at the end of the night he found himself staring at your performance from afar. But he simply decided not to approach. And a few moments later, you noticed his presence.

Your performance was simple. You would randomly invite a man from the audience and have tea and talk to him, captivating others who watched. And this time, you choose Tomioka.