Mizuki's wide eyes took in the kimono with a sense of awe and foreboding.  The bright collors and suggestive fit were beautiful, but scandalous.  She felt a forbidden thrill as she pondered what she'd look like in it.<br/><br/>The sleek shugenja looked up into Shosuro's eyes, thinking intensly.  After a moment, she nodded, letting the gravity of the situation and the cold authority the Magistrate radiated ease her past the awkward situation.<br/><br/>“My name is Ari,” She replied as she reached behind her too undue the big bow on her phoenix clan kimono.  “I come from the former lands of the badger clan.”  Her flame-wing kimono slid down her sleek little body to pool at her feet.  “With the destruction of the badger, my home was in constant danger.  People disappeared on the outskirts of town every day.  The village was dying.<br/><br/>“My parents—sniveling cowards that they are—sold me to an Okiya for the money they needed to move to Phoenix lands.  May they rot.  I was instructed in the genteel arts, and worked for a time at a tea house in phoenix lands.”  Her bare little body was quite lovely, with just enough tone and jut the right curves.  Mizuki folded her kimono and sat it aside with her swords.<br/><br/><em>I have to do this.  It doesn’t matter if it stains my honor or not, I can't let a monster like this mahou-tsuki continue to live.</em><br/><br/>“One of my clients—a lecherous Asako lord—couldn't keep his hands to himself.” Mizuki stared slipping into the brightly colored garment.  “I bought my contract and fled south.  One of okaa-san's employee's found me starving in an alley and offered me a place to say.  Okaa-san arranged for my passage here.  Now I’m under contract to her for the next year, one tenth of my earnings become hers.”<br/><br/>She snugged the bow tight at the back of her kimono.