Kaera was rarely ever interested in the customers who came to purchase her or the other girls.  She often found that the equasion was: money = 1/attractive qualities; simply put, this mean that most of the time the more money a customer have the uglier he was, if not physically than personality wise.  People didn't quite get how looks weren't<em>everything</em>and, in fact, Kaera would prefer a fat, ugly man who was kind, courteous, and gentle to the most handsome of charmers who had nothing more in mind than a quick lay with a doll.<br/><br/>Familiar with the wealthy types, Kaera had a mental picture of what this samurai leader would be like- he would start with her, give her body his full scrutiny, then slowly walk down the line, giving each girl less and less attention until he all but ignored the two or three on the farthest side from Kaera.  He would then come back to her and ask to be led to her room where he would make her do all of the work before finishing and either fall asleep or simply up and leave with her, naturally, unsatisfied.  By then it would be late enough that Kaera could find another companion and spend the night in someone else's room so not all was bad.<br/><br/>He started, however, with Kohaku.  She felt a surge of anger within her- how<em>dare</em>he start by looking at<em>her</em>?  Normally she ignored the comments not about her, but when he heard the man ask why such a rare flower was here she was tempted to lunge for the nearest sword and show him what a real woman could do.  Ironic since she wasn't a real woman in the purest sense of the phrase, but still she felt affronted by him.<br/><br/>He did, however, begin working his way up the line of girls, each of them showing him thei rbest cutsie or seductive faces along the way.  Eventually he made it to Kaera.  She put her weight on one leg to let the other one bend, letting her creamy thigh glow in the light of the room while she put on her best enticing smile.  Like<em>hell</em>she was going to let Kohaku have this man.  She watched him move hair from his face and look at her.  She found herself oddly attracted to his eyes.  Perhaps he was one of the few who could break her customer equasaion?<br/><br/>She listened to the master of the house try to sell kaera to him with words of her conversational abilities and artistic talents. Unsurprisingly, he chose Kaera.  She glanced down the line with a smirk at Kohaku before extending an arm to the samurai leader.  He surprised her then by buying out the<em>entire</em>house.  Did he plan for an all night orgy?  Such things had happened before...<br/><br/>He returned to her side and she gracefully took his arm. "Follow me my lord" she said, "I will take us somewhere far more...private." she smiled at him and led him away from the bustle of the house, up the stairs to her room.  Given her job it was quite a nice room to look at; everything in bright exotic colors, silvers and golds and reds and fine silks and cashmier, a bed far too large for one person, candles along the walls and around the bed to make lighting control more detailed.  In the corner was a small table with a tea tray already laid out along with some other bottles.<br/><br/>"May I interest my master of the night with tea? Sake?" she offered as she made her way towards the table, moving her hips with her steps for his enjoyment.  On her way, the plucking of a shamisen began to sound through the open window that kept the room cool.  She scowled at the window and diverted her way from the table so that she could close it yet still seem casual.<em>Kohaku...I hate you</em>she thought, knowing Kohaku to be the only one who would be playing a shamisen at this hour.