Saeko - Like the other geisha - had moved with a dancer's grace; Like a lovely ghost, making no sound except for the faint whisper of her scarlet kimono, the complex, ritual movements of the tea ceremony like second nature to her...Except she knew it was rather more than just a ceremony. The gurgle, the rattle of the girl who'd been dragged away - the whisper-soft footsteps of those who'd withdrawn...<br/><br/>-For the Scorpion Clan, the smallest task can be life or death.<br/><br/>She didn't turn her head, as she knelt in a line with the others -<em>Three</em>. Just three left...Her pulse quickened, a little shiver coursing up her spine, tingling through her limbs - Waking them up, her breath coming just a shade faster as the lovely geisha's senses came to full alertness.<br/><br/>She could feel it - This would change<em>everything</em>.<br/><br/>Her lissome legs folded beneath her, Saeko held herself poised - Her gaze demurely downcast, maintaining the air of composure that was so important to her role...Her midnight hair framing her lovely features. She'll wait - And wait, for the others to withdraw...Before she inclined her head, bowing from the waist with the grace of a willow swaying in the breeze - Her full lips shaping each slow syllable, as she murmured...<br/><br/>"-What is your bidding, my Lord~?"