Hoshor Plains silver tooth

to his permission, hatsu bowed.

with an elegant trot - head straight and tail curved over back - the courtesan crossed the distance between them. once before the bushi, she bowed deeply to him, then a slighter one with a sweeter smile to the woman.

they moved.

hatsu kept herself pleasantly quiet, eyes on where the plains rolled to their end. she'd see if either of the two would break this silence - if they were loathe to start, the madam would take matters into her own paws.