I'm... lesbian? [Okata]

[Kyoya Naotora]

Naotora was outside of Date territory lately, having been on a pilgrimage of sorts. Her Mon on the back of her breastplate was hidden by a hard haori so as to not spark up any animosity as she traveled, and she found herself wandering all throughout the fiefs of Nippon. Naotora would spend days at a time in a fief, learning the culture of the people and paying homage to all of the gods they particularly worshipped in their areas. She learned much about life outside of the Date territory, particularly that it wasn't nearly as easy or accepting. People would turn on each other for all the littlest things, and that was unnerving and made her fearful for the future of her country.

After a long travel, Naotora wound up in the Chugoku region. Days were spent there before she heard talk of a certain place of ill-repute, one she'd never heard of before. Men spoke of it with fervor and women with distaste, but in some areas it seemed to be a big topic. This, of course, led the Samurai to check it out for herself. Stopping at one of those places, she'd leaver her massive weapon at the door after stepping inside, though her eyes widened when she saw mostly-naked women doing... Things... For dirty, older men. She wanted to say she was disgusted, and yet she couldn't leave, so she simply stood there, looking at all who would pass by her.

[Nomi no Ōkata]

"Amaya's" establishment, despite being a whorehouse, was, for the most part, quite classy. It was certainly much better maintained, cleaner, and safer than any others, and boasted the best prostitutes and courtesans in all of the region. Perhaps even Japan. Okata wouldn't have been surprised if word spread to the north.

Drinks were poured, girls laughed softly and listened to men talk, flirted and acted coyly, and, when the time came, took the clients upstairs. The day had run smoothly under the care of her protege, and Okata came that night, having performed her duties for Lord Mori. She was adorned in her typical, colourful, and sensuous attire that, despite the other women, brought eyes over to her. Okata was certainly not naked, yet she left a great deal exposed, enough to entice those around her, causing them to finish undressing her person with their eyes, to reveal the rest of her smooth, porcelain flesh. And the way he walked and carried herself... she gave justice to her overall appearance, completing her as the top-whore, the most desirable woman in the establishment. When a man nearly walked into a beam, Okata smiled and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

Her attention moved towards the front and the courtesan blinked. There were many women around, but they all worked for "Amaya", and Okata did not recognize this person, and no one new had been brought in that she was aware of. So what was this woman, who appeared to the concubine to be a warrior with her garb, doing here?

Moving towards the other female, hips swaying with each step, Okata gave a pleasant smile. Despite her surprise, she was as courteous as ever, as she would be to anyone else, and gave a small bow of her head. As she spoke, Okata's voice was rich and smooth, as though it were dripping with honey, "Good evening. Is there anything you need, miss? A drink? Food? Or perhaps directions elsewhere?"

[Kyoya Naotora]

Naotora eyed the majority of the women curiously, trying rather hard to be offended by their lack of dress. She couldn't, however, and simply found herself admiring their beauty. Once she caught herself doing so, however, she stopped herself, one hand shooting up to her mouth as she stifled a gasp. She couldn't feel such a thing for another woman, especially not one who held herself in such low regard that she resorted to being a whole. Her disdain for this establishment was rather clear in her head, and yet she couldn't bring herself to leave, or look away. And just when she finally managed to muster up the strength to turn and leave, everything snowballed.

In the corner of her eye, Naotora caught sight of yet another "worker," though this one stood out from the rest. She held herself better, her attire found a way of maintaining some semblance of elegance despite being so lacking, and her skin was so... Flawless. As much as she tried to, she couldn't turn away, and her eyes were fixated on every bit of skin she could see. But why? Why was she ogling this woman so?! It was strange to the Samurai, to say the least.

"I, uh..." and such was her elegant response once she was interacted with. Her eyes snapped up to the other lady's and she fidgeted in place a little. Conveniently enough, Naotora almost found herself wondering what the woman's skin felt like, and even how she looked without her clothing, and this conversation snapped her out of it. "I heard about this place through, uh," she paused, biting her lips, unsure of what to do or say. She'd willingly walked into a whorehouse and she didn't want to leave, which made matters worse because she SHOULD want to leave. "I just wanted to check the place out. Yes. And it's, uh, very... Lovely. I shouldn't be here. I should go."

She finished her statement and Naotora took one small step back before stopping. She should go, everything she knew told her this. But still, she couldn't. What was it that was keeping her here? Curiosity? Duty? Those incredible legs? Whatever it was, it was making her anxious, and her chest began to heave slightly underneath her armor.