Kyou's brow furrowed at the scorpion girl’s entrance.  Maybe a little bit older than he?  But surely not much despite her impressive physique.  Kyou had only ever once met a girl his own height—his eldest sister, whom he respected vastly as both a warrior and a person.<br/><br/>This Kuniho blithely stumbled through her address, using slightly informal masculine language he himself would have used if less important circumstances.  While the eccentricity delighted the storyteller, the constant crossing of levels of formality made her out to be quite the buffoon.<br/><br/>In the world of myths, legends, and playful fictions that was Kyou's view of the world, a buffoon was never what he or she seemed to be.  Indeed, Kyou would truly have not been surprised to see multiple fox tails poking out from under the scorpion's hakima after her introduction.<br/><br/>Of course, tengu and kitsune were few and far between.  Though training under a tengu swordmaster was one of his highest ambitions, even Kyou wasn't so fanciful as to go chasing them down when he had important things to do.<br/><br/>Speaking of which...<br/><br/>As the Scorpion's introduction continued, he took another moment to quietly run his eyes down the Crane girl’s magnificent body, then back up to her beautiful face—kiss me lips, pointed chin, fine cheekbones, and fair skin—before she could look back to him.  When her eyes made it back to him, he looked into her eyes warmly, smiled quietly, and gave a bow just for her without lowering his eyes.<br/><br/>Then the evening's entertainment arrived.  Kyou's lips couldn't help but hint at a lascivious grin at the sight of the magnificent courtesans.  His brow furrowed, though he managed to keep his smile at the offer of a pipe.<br/><br/>He glanced back at the beautiful Reiko, curious at her own response.  He nodded thoughtfully, subtly.  He'd only experienced the effects of opium once, after a battle with bandits.  It had done amazing things for the pain of his shoulder wound.  He'd also continued to crave the medicine for weeks after.  It was a powerful thing—strong as souchi and far more seductive than sake.  He was curious to experience it for it's own sake, but nervous as well.<br/><br/>Which was all right.   His mission was far too important to be clouding his mind to such a degree.  Rather than reach for a pipe, he stretched out two fingers, to touch Michiko's cheeks, drawing the curvaceous beauty closer.  “Your lord's hospitality touches my heart, Michiko-chan.  I see before me a treasure far more precious than any medicine.  I will savor, instead, a single taste of your lips.”<br/><br/>Kyou leaned closer and claimed the courtesan's lips with a slow and sensual kiss, savoring their sweet softness.  When he heard the courtesan’s breath begin to speed, though, he settled back onto his mat and smiled at his fellow diner's to see what would please them, and what would happen next.