Rioichi watches his mother come downstairs. She was dressed beautifully. He loved when his mother got dressed up. The last time had been when he came of age to travel around the world. He looks Mitara. "Something big...she always does." He says simply. Watching the stage and ignoring everyone else. He celebrated too yet couldn't shake the feeling that was similar to being stalked. He was dressed in a semi-geisha, semi-normal way. His hair was in a braid versus long and flowing. He heard one man step forwards and frowns. It was the abusive son of a bitch who had tried to rape him. Force himself upon him outside of times he was working as a geisha. He pales as he sees him approaching his mother. He was most likely the winner of Neshita. Why would he bet on a girl he had no true interest in. He knew Gyroshi's bag of tricks. He prefered men to women...so now he could only watch as the bastard took from him what he wanted. He stands up and walks next to Mitara. "What is he doing here?" he asks. Watching as the man seemed to overlook him. He kept his face hidden from view. Mitara knew of that incident he had hidden from his mother.