As Midori is lead away, Santo approaches. After checking the woman out as she leaves, he looks up at Kyouka. "Well, boss, renovations are nearly done. Putting in the bath will take a little while longer, though." He hands her a key. "This is for the locks down in the basement, where we put the loot."
Ya-Ming, not particularly talkative, walks Midori through the streets, heading deep into the slums of the capital. After several minutes of silent walking, besides catcalls from horny pedestrians, Ya-Ming decides to speak. "So, what do you think of the boss?"
She nods in understanding. "I'm very sorry to hear that. Well, I want you to go places." She puts a hand on his scaled cheek. "I'd like you to work for me, do some tasks and tell me what Shintaro's doing. You can do that for me, right?"
Koko shrugs. "I suppose, though that seems dumb." She walks behind a tree, and as she comes back into sight, is wearing what could probably couldn't justifiably be called clothes, though her offending parts are covered.
'Good. That should do for now,' Jian nodded and reached his hand down from the horse to help Koko up in the saddle.Koko shrugs. "I suppose, though that seems dumb." She walks behind a tree, and as she comes back into sight, is wearing what could probably couldn't justifiably be called clothes, though her offending parts are covered.
"There, master. Is that enough, or do I have to cover up even more?"
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She hops up into the saddle behind him, hands clinging tightly to him. "Thanks, master." They manage to make it to the castle without incident, the sun dipping low.
He groans. "How did I become a handyman? Sure, I'm going up to have a sleep."
The guard chuckles, looking at Chitsukiko and Koko. "What, two women aren't enough for you? I'm assuming you mean Kina, the Yokuboo sex slave? Yeah, I saw her here earlier. She asked some of the guys to tie her up. Not sure where she is now, though."
"Try Lord Sanada or Shintaro, I guess." The spearman shrugs.
Around her inn is a sprawl of mostly residential buildings and small shops. However, as she walks past one building, she hears the telltale sounds of dice and shouting, alerting her to the fact that it's almost certainly a gambling den.
Inside, she sees a heavily tattooed man sitting at a table. "Ten mon to get in." Paying up, she's allowed through a set of double doors, into a crowded and smoky gambling hall, people of all kinds gathered around various games of chance. She gets the feeling that this isn't the casino she's heard so much about, but a more low class establishment. The staff, both croupiers and security, are grizzled looking yakuza types, tattoos clearly visible.
The group of players is widely diverse, with people differing in age, gender and money. She sees a door marked 'manager's office'.
