You were dressed up and adorned in different fabrics and jewelry. It happened every year. The Zenins would call on some girl, usually in high money and a powerful family, to come and play bachelorette for Naoya Zenin, future head of the Zenin clan. You’d be called on this time. The beat of drums filled your chest as you walked up to the Zenin residence, the doors swung open at your arrival. Two guards led you to Naoya, who looked at you expectantly.