Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-24714922-20170811020943/@comment-28929139-20170813084756

The hostess would nod solemnly and after getting another young lady to relieve her post, she went and escorted Michirama toward the back of the first floor where there had been double doors that were roped off and guarded by two men. After a quick explanation, they were let through the doors, which immediately lead to a set of stairs that they would descend.

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Down in the parlor, the serene ambient atmosphere of the tea house was gone. Instead, he'd find himself in a more intimate setting where couches and dancing platforms had replaced tables and booths. Natural lighting of the day had been traded for the prismatic illumination and reflections from the colorful stained glass windows. Half dressed women lingered around the open areas when they weren't on stages or their own personal dais to dance and tease patrons. While all the of the staff down here apart from security was female, the clientele was entirely male. Since Michirama was likely still learning people at large, he might have recognized some of the men in here. From a handful of gangsters of every scale to a few dignitaries, there was a fair amount of well-known people lounging around while they enjoyed sake and conversations with each other and the women. Off to the left was the bar while at the back was a stage where a small crowd was gathered, having just subsided from a bout of applause.

After a few whispers to security, Michirama would be directed toward a row of rooms located behind the parlor's back wall. They would stop at one of the first doors from where a small garland of wysteria hung and the name "Sagara" was painted in gold embossed kanji. The hostess would knock on the door then.

"Lady Sagara, you have an important guest here to see you."

A small bit of shuffling could be heard from the other side, "Send him in!"

From there, the hostess would move back and allow Michirama to let himself in. When he did, he'd find himself in a spaciously sized dressing room and Kideme was dressed in nothing but a tight black leather corset, complete with black stockings, opera length gloves and black jika-tabi. She was leaned up close toward the mirror as she was taking out her earrings with her long black hair curtained over her shoulder. "Brown afternoon! Are you the detective?" She asked while still looking in the mirror not yet regarding him.