"No, you aren't. But you will be, when I am done with you. We have much work to do before dawn. Isawa-San, since you are ready, you may go first. Remove your Kimono. I have picked out Kimono's matching your histories. Once you have established yourselves, you will likely wish to purchase more."<br/><br/>Kumori pulled out the Kimono from the pack close to her, carefully unfloding it. While the vast majority of Kimono's worn by Samurai were silk, this was slightly different. Silk was used here for appearance, not for its ability to stop arrows. It was thin, to provide no protection in battle, and likely even rip or tear if a woman were to move to quickly in it. It would hug her curves, concealing all yet revealing everything. It was the Kimono of a geisha in other words, a woman who dwelt right on the edge of sex, but not quite there. Mizuki's was patterned brilliant, with a serene blue sky above, and massive mountains, representations of those that lay to the north of Phoenix Lands, clawing toward the sky... an examination all that was needed to tell that the placement of the mountains would dry the eye toward her breasts. Below the mountain, it became green crop land. Compared to the muted tones and simple designs tended toward, even among the Crane, it was a shock. Geisha were known for their bright, multicolored kimonos, with intricate designs, but even so, this was lovely.<br/><br/>"You are Ari. You come from the former lands of the Badger Clan. Your village is under constant threat since your Clan was almost annihilated, and people vanish along its outskirts everyday. The village was dying, so your parents chose to sell you to an Okiya. They used the money they earned to travel to the Phoenix lands. You hate them for it. Since you finished your training, you've been working at a small Teahouse in Phoenix lands. However, a lecherous Asako Lord had been pressuring you to open your legs, so when you amassed enough wealth to purchase your contract, you did so, and fled south. Someone working for me found you in desperate straights, and offered you a place to stay. I arranged for your passage here, and as a result, you are under contract to me for the next year. 1/10 of your earnings become mine."<br/><br/>Kumori smiled easily, and looked at the Isawa. "As you change clothes, repeat that verbatim to me."