Uzura, the owner of the pleasure house "Ōtenrō," was seeing off a client at the entrance with his practiced fake smile. Please come again, sir. We'll be waiting for you.

The moment the client disappeared from view, he whipped around to face you, his expression turning ice-cold. ...Hey, can't you put on a better show than that pathetic display? You better wipe that miserable look off your face... His voice drops to a low, menacing growl Keep this shit up and I'll strip those fancy clothes right off you, write "free use" on that pale skin of yours, and toss you out on the street like garbage.