[ This place is strange. It's Japan but it isn't Japan. Finding herself in some strange copy of Edo, complete with a strange, not-quite-a-copy of the Yoshiwara Tsukuyo knows so well is jarring to say the least. Not that the blonde woman is going to let that show.
It's just as well she didn't fancy the drink offered by this bar. Not that she's aware that this is the cause of the stranger's predicament yet.
And what a predicament it is.
The stern looking woman blinks slowly, as she takes in exactly what is written on this guy's cheek. ]
...Ya could say that.
[ Then matter of fact, as if she sees this kind of shit every day because, well she sort of does: ] I think yer in the wrong club. The one where ya can dress up like a horse and get spanked with a riding crop is just down the street.
club hexxx
It's just as well she didn't fancy the drink offered by this bar. Not that she's aware that this is the cause of the stranger's predicament yet.
And what a predicament it is.
The stern looking woman blinks slowly, as she takes in exactly what is written on this guy's cheek. ]
...Ya could say that.
[ Then matter of fact, as if she sees this kind of shit every day because, well she sort of does: ] I think yer in the wrong club. The one where ya can dress up like a horse and get spanked with a riding crop is just down the street.