The ronin looked Saiyako over again, paying particular attention to the cleavage her skater outfit showed, and laughed, knocking back the last of her sake into her mouth. "Frag, you might be right after all!" She pushed herself off the bar, taking a moment to catch her balance as she swayed unsteadily, and swaggered towards Saiyako.<br/><br/>"So which is it, Sony-<em>sama</em>? If you're here to enjoy some flesh hot off the streets, then why don't you buy me another sake and we'll go find a show that suits your refined tastes?" She waved her hand expansively at the dancers entertaining the crowd. "You like men? Women? Something in between?<br/><br/>"Or are you here to dance, like some modern-day Izumo no Okuni? Old Jessie normally wants to see an audition before she lets a new girl on the stage, but drek, it's not every day we get a Sony miko in here. I bet folks would pay good credits to see those grenades primed and ready to pop."<br/><br/>A few of the patrons near the entrance watched the ronin's interaction with Saiyako, either rolling their eyes or shuffling nervously in their chairs. The rest of the club seemed quite focused on their own conversations or on the flesh being displayed to them. Midori could see a few conversations that appeared to be about her and her sister, but nobody other than the ronin looked hostile, at least not yet. To Midori's keen eye, though, the dark-skinned elf on the main stage was paying unusually close attention to them, though, without missing a beat in her routine.