Kina slides inside the room, closing the door behind. She watches the woman, looking as if she was admiring her dance, waiting for her to finish.
Once she woke up, she immediately gets ready. Giving herself a quick wash, in case Santo decided to cum on her. Before putting on her bodysuit, and breastplate. With her two swords strapped on her left hip, and her gun slung on her back. "Alright, let's go visit the merchant. Then you can collect the "troops" in an appropriate location." She barked her orders as she does some light stretches while Santo got up.
The concubine does an elegant spin, and ends up seeing Kina. She stops, with a look of surprise, before her expression grows neutral once more. "I beg your pardon, I didn't hear you come in."
Santo groans, but rises and dresses, before leading her across the compound. They enter another, slightly larger castle, and head up several floors. At the entrance to a suite of rooms, Kyouka is stopped by a pair of plate armoured guards, one female and the other male. Both are bulky, with very similar nanban features, leading the redhead to believe that the guards are siblings. The look towards each other and then back to Kyouka. "What business have you with sir?" Their accents are strong, and their mastery over the language not great.
"Mm. I want to discuss business. Specially since I heard he has a unique gun." Kyouka replied with a grin as she speaks in the nanban's language. Even though she's learned to speak with it well enough, her accent still remains.
They share a look of surprise at her ability to speak their language, but recover quickly, nodding and leading her inside the suite. What was once a stately residential area has been transformed into a workshop, cluttered and overflowing with various items, the smell of gunpowder strong in the air. She sees nothing at first, before there's a flash and a boom, and a nanban pokes his head up from out of a pile of firearms. He looks at Kyouka, and she gets a sense of his features. He's short and squat, with a pinched face covered in soot and powder, with a long scraggly beard. The man almost looks like one of the mythical dwarves that the nanban told stories about on Santila. "Who-" he sneezes, "who approaches the great Hortensius, and why?"
With a grin, she looks at Santo. "You can stay and watch, or you can collect the group and start drinking in the nearby tavern." Kyouka replied in a cheeky tone, before heading inside. "Hoo. These are new." She cooes to herself, just as the small explosion happened. The redhead looks at the merchant, trying to remember if he was someone she was acquainted with. "Names, Kyouka. And I'm someone that's interested in your weapons." She replied still using the nanban language.
Horatio bounces up, waddling across the worskshop to look at her, as Santo departs. The gunsmith looks up at the busty redhead, grabbing some spectacles to get a better look. "Hmmm. I don't make weapons, I make works of art. I suppose you're here for my latest masterpiece?"
Kina raises her hands apologetically. "I didn't want to disturb such an enchanting dance. Please, continue." She asked politely.
A shirt silence followed, before Midori spoke again. “So, anything else you want to talk about? Or anything you need help with right now?”
"Are you certain? Well, if you're sure." She continues her dance, moving her body rythmically to some music that isn't there, swinging around her fan in small but elegant movements to complement the swaying of her hips. Even Kina, who finds pleasure in little more than obedience to her master, begins to appreciate the skilled moves of the courtesan. Finally, after a rather acrobatic finale, she stops, fan snapping shut. "So, what do you think?"
"Indeed I am." Kyouka nods, looking around his shop to see what else he's working on. "And works of art... hmm, I guess they they are." She hums.
She shakes her head. "Not that I can think of. Just, be safe, alright?" She squeezes Midori's hand. "The capital is quickly becoming a dangerous place."
Midori returned the gesture and squeezed Yatsebe's hand. “I'll be careful, I promise. You be cautious as well – I'd hate to see anything happen to you.”
She sees numerous metal mechanisms on the wall, and she gets the sense that he's been unsuccessfully trying to upgrade the matchlock system. He snaps his fingers angrily in front of her face, leaning upwards to do it. "Ay, Ay! No peeking at my beauties until they're finished. Follow!" He walks along through the workshop, eventually finding his way to a particular weapon. It's a matchlock weapon with two remarkably short barrels, whose ends flare outwards flamboyantly. "I call it the Horatio Crowd Control Device!" Horatio holds up the weapon proudly. "Within a short distance, it can eviscerate whole groups of ne'er-do-wells. You can load it with miniature musket balls, or even just nails and wood splinters, to devastate any enemy foolish enough to approach. So, how many would you like to order? Currently, I'm selling them in lots of 50, but when my factory is set up, I'll be selling them in lots of 100 as well, more than enough to supply your guard force or army. So, shall I put you down for one lot? Maybe more?"
"Hoo? That will be devastating in close combat." Kyouka hums, Interesting, if I had this with me. I wonder if that giant spider would still be alive? She thinks to herself with a grin, before hearing his sales pitch. "Well, I've no need for that much just yet. So, I will only require one for myself." She said with a grin.
Yatsebe leans in to touch her lips against Midori's. Afterwards she stands. "I hope we see you again soon."
Horatio tilts his head in confusion. "One? No, no, no. This isn't a gun shoppe. I only sell my creations in bulk."
"Is that right?" Kyouka hums. "Alright, consider it this way. If you well me one of those. People... no, the other lords will surely learn just how effective this gun truly is." She said with a grin, "After all, there are still a lot that's unsure of a gun's true worth."
"Very good!" Kina praised. "Very sensual. You have a great talent, elder sister." She said bowing lightly.
