Seeing Natsu bow, Mishiko found herself looking at her with disgust. That woman would earn her good graces and no amount of bowing would grant her such a wish. She wasn’t feeling particularly gracious in that department.<br/><br/>Catching wind of Chikage’s orders she felt a light of arousal spark up between her thighs. Squeezing them together she crossed her arms under her chest to calm herself. She wasn’t used to seeing him this way and she found she really like how everyone just jumped at his command. Everyone but her of course but then again that was why he loved her.<br/><br/>Moving on with their newest issue… the girls. Mishiko looked over each of them with calculating eyes. Sitting into one hip she placed a clawed finger to her lips. She did denote they all wore a different color and it wasn’t her job to make waves, if that made life easier for the men here than so be it. Not like Chikage had any reason to care either way, though, they could use a personal attendant. Someone they could trust to get things done in a timely manner for them both. That is what Mishiko needed to figure out. Who would be most fit for such a job….<br/><br/>Her thoughts escaped her when suddenly her lover asked a question and no one had the answer. It wasn’t long after a few giggles that Mishiko turned her head to look at a female clinging to her lover. However even Mishiko could tell the difference between a threat… and air headedness. Raising a clawed hand in warning she spoke with a sultry confidence. “All is forgiven however remember… I like respectful girls. That goes for all of you. I will not tolerate any disrespect in this house. I understand how things have been in the past but I am going to change all that.”<br/><br/>Watching her lover she gave him a loving smile as he left. Turning to look back at the girls she watched Natsu closely as she rejoined the group. She didn’t trust that trash with a ten foot katana.<br/><br/>Soon she was greeted by the village blacksmith and tailor. Respectfully, she looked to the girls inline and grabbed their attention. “One moment please girls. I must greet our visitors properly.” She would give the girls respect. She held no judgment for them being part of a brothel… she was their Queen… a Succubus. She knew all about that life.<br/><br/>Turning her attention to her new guests she addressed the blacksmith first. “Hello Sir, thank you for meeting with me.” She bowed her head only slightly. “I need this taken care of. “ With one hand she elegantly handed over her katana she hid in her obi and the folds of her kimono. Holding it out on two fingers she gently handed it over to the man. “The blade is essential to keep but the old hilt I had shattered. It is pretty worse for wear now… the blade has been through too much. Could you please replace the hilt and reshape and polish it for me? You would have my undying gratitude.” She knew how bad the blade looked… the only reason it hadn’t gave out was due to the demonic blood that ran through the metal of the blade. It was not your average sword. Durability and strength were its primary qualities. She was sure he had a lot of work to do so she bowed gently and left him to his devices.<br/><br/>Turning to the seamstress she smiled brightly bowing to her as well. “I would be delighted to entertain these ideas you speak of and thank you for your warm welcome. It is good to be home.” A genuine smile left her lips and it lit up her eyes.<br/><br/>Looking back to the girls she spoke calmly and loudly to gain their attention once again. “There is something I am very much aware of and that is most of you do not know me but in passing. The same could be said for me. I don’t know beyond what I merely see from most of you.” She glanced over Natsu’s direction.<br/><br/>“Because of this… I have a proposal. Beginning today I want you to show me your best… I want you to keep to your current routines, however I believe in women having their own time. I want to see you out in the gardens well before sunset for tea understood?” Then she would be able to meet them under better circumstances. She would get to know them and they would get to know their new lady. How else would she chose who would serve her directly. “I say this with a warning. I am looking to see who would be best to be my personal attendant. You are dismissed.”<br/>Pausing she added honestly. “And girls… do your best to have a good day. Your smiles are lovely.”<br/><br/>Looking back to the tailor she bowed her head in apology. “Forgive me; my Lord was in quite the rush to get back to his duties. These ideas of yours, before you go on I have three requests of all my kimonos made. Firstly, they must have hidden slits for mobility in the length of the leg. Secondly, I wear my obi lower, off the ribcage and bust and more so on the natural waistline and lastly… I prefer a wide off the shoulder collar. Call me eccentric but I must also be able to defend my Lord at a moment’s notice and a change of garb is simply impractical. A full skirt traps my legs, a high obi restricts my breathing and the wide collar allows me to see over both shoulders without obstruction… plus it catches the Lords eye. All which are vital to being a proper Lady to Lord Chikage I trust you understand?” She advised calmly.<br/><br/>She knew it wasn’t normal for a Lady let alone any woman to fight like she did… especially with a sword…  however she hoped the woman understood that she was not an ordinary woman.