<a class="postlink" href="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll86/Applepoisoneer/Decorated%20images/464a7816.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Name; Komoaki<br/>Age;<br/>Profession; oiran (Japanese Courtesan)<br/><br/>___________________________________________<br/><br/>A small, sinewy woman in an elaborate kimono stood on the wayside, batting the air near her face with her fan.  She smiled invitingly toward the man approaching her, as she recognized him from the photo handed to her by her employer.  Her zori made a slight crunching noise as she went to meet him.  Komoaki bent slightly at the waist and introduced herself.  Her voice was clear and had a lovely dialect.<br/><br/>"Ah, you must be Jason-san.  I am Komoaki, it is a pleasure to meet you."  She glanced around her with suspicious eyes.  "I wonder if you may have a moment to speak with me in private?"  Her delicately painted nails lightly brushed the fan as it continued it's beating of air.  She had been given her instructions and was no stranger to charm.  She just wondered how "american" this man really was.<br/><br/>(sorry it's so short.  My next one will be longer. And I apologize for her swanny neck.  It's just the way she's drawn.)