Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-28929139-20170602193354

The teahouse:

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Tuesdays at the Sagara-Shimizu teahouse were always tricky because sometimes it would be packed, and other times it would be a ghost town. But usually while it might have been slower during the day, business would pick up significantly during the evening to make up for that.

Such was the case this afternoon. Sure, there was a handful of people there to have tea and mingle with a geisha or have an hour with an oiran but it wasn't the same as having all three stories packed with patrons. That was just fine with Kideme though, since the surplus of space of time gave her the opportunity to catch up on her work. While the geisha and maiko were all essentially crowding around the bar on standby, she was poking about with her kimono sleeves rolled and pinned back to bus tables when she wasn't actively serving a customer. Of course as the owner's daughter, she could have just ordered some of the maiko to do all this for her while she sat back, but Kideme found more merit in dynamic humility than exercising stagnant authority.

Thankfully, Kideme was finishing up clearing a used sake set when more people started to arrive. Chinatsu, their gracious entrance hostess, was busy trying to seat a group of six men when Kideme saw some other people come up and she came over to assist. A young man that seemed to be a couple years older than herself was among them, and she would approach in her stained white apron, her large ningyo doll hanging by a red silk noose wrapped loosely around her waist, hair in a long high ponytail and smelling like cleaning solution and fresh cooked rice.It was a stark comparison to how he normally would have been greeted, rather than a much older woman was dressed to the nines, perfumed and with a face full of makeup. But better he is served immediately than having to wait right?

"Brown afternoon! Would you like to be seated near the windows, the fountain or the bar?" If Kideme didn't know better, she could have sworn she recognized him from somewhere, but she would wait until he spoke before she piled on the how do's.  