The light armor he wore beneath his kimono was a patchwork of padding that took some time to get off. However, he was quite pleased to feel her hands quickly move to work the muscles below each piece as they were removed. His moans of pleasure growling out of his throat freely his body rumbling as he rolled his shoulders and leaned forward to give her hands free reign over his back. There was utter silence around them, only the sounds of enjoyment escaping him and any noise she made in her efforts. As a scorpion she knew full well how thin the walls of a tea house were. How easily secrets floated through the walls. How simple for even an honorable samurai to forget to ignore the sounds escaping a private room. As his body was set free from the restraints of his armor he became more fully relaxed, and his groans became more lewd as the pleasure intensified.<br/><br/>"You have skilled hands. And a beautiful body. If I did not know your skilled mind and true nature, I might work to wed you to one of my sons. Which begs the question, as my personal geisha, why are you going with my wife? What reason would there be for her to risk giving up such a skilled assistant by gambling against a Yasuki? We can't have you be a poor masseuse or disloyal if we want you to have value." He had worked out every detail of his plot, knew every back up move they had in play to ensure this would work. And who had infiltrated which levels of the Crab, so that this girl would not be truly alone on her first important assignment. However, it was still important for him to know how her mind worked.