Gentatsu paused in his ministrations to look over the girl that was Kohaku.  Certainly the outside was the girl, but it did not seem to match the personality anymore that did a wolf in a sheep’s skin.  He was not distressed, but merely enthralled.  Cruelty in a woman did not repulse him, in fact, some part of him secretly delighted in it, though likewise another part of him pinned for the cheery optimism that blossomed form pure innocence.  The duality itself in this woman was enthralling, like watching a white bloom flowering in a bloody field.<br/><br/>He listened to what she had to say about herself without comment or emotion.  There was a certain brutal cynicism in the way he laid Kaera  upon the ground as he disengaged from Kohaku, and stripped the dark-haired courtesan further, though not enough to reveal her sex, either by accident or design.  Upon her query, he looked down upon Kaera, caressing her breast, his concentration seemed to be equally split between seeking pleasure at the contact of soft skin and seriously entertaining Kohaku’s question.  He did not place a great deal of stock in the supernatural, but it wouldn’t have mattered one way or the other whether it was real or not.<br/><br/>Lying on his side, beside Kaera, head propped upon his fist, he did not speak immediately.  The situation was not one conductive to arousal and may have chilled another more superstitious to now be in that very room, yet it was ironic that he felt a certain perverse elation, a sexual thrill that had not previously been there.  “Do you then claim to be such a demon Kohaku-chan, or at least descended of one?  Perhaps it is such a rumour that attracts the kind of patrons that you usually have, foolish little men thinking of conquering a demon through sexual conquest.”<br/><br/>For the first time that evening, Gentatsu gave out a laugh, one that might have seemed gentle to a stranger, though perhaps it was more in mockery of those fools he had spoken of.  “What do you think, my sweet little Kaera-chan?”  If there was one thing Gentatsu was noted for it his ability to switch the focus of his conversation, his concentration moving wholly from one person to the other, as if any other in the room did not seem to exist or matter.  Wrapping her midnight locks between his fingers, he pulled until the older courtesan arched her back, before he set his lips to hers.<br/><br/>When he finally did pull away, it was to look at Kohaku fully in the eyes, even though he played a finger across the other’s lips.<em>Well, most of what he had heard and learned of seemed to fit, at least for the most part.</em>Reaching down without looking, he pulled up the folds of Kaera’s garments to reveal the deviant sexual organ upon her hips without any real surprise on his part.  “I will be pleased to hear more of you, but for now there is no need to taint our evening with pasts best spoken of over sake cups,” he nodded congenially before pulling Kaera’s nightgown higher to bare her waist completely.  “Mount her.”<br/><br/>Even if his eyes were playful, the command did not leave much room for discussion, but his tone seemed dispassionate, almost as a challenge he didn’t expect the silver-haired beauty to go ahead with.  In his own way, he was testing to see how much will and independence this more sinister side of Kohaku had.  Moreover, it was also time to give Kaera a reward for being so patient.  In a way, it was all beautifully and exquisitely cruel, but it was quite doubtful that any present found much delight in honeyed discourse and gentle stimulation...