Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-28929139-20170629025338/@comment-28929139-20170629070507

He was lead away from the serene outside and back into the pointedly much noisier, energetic people filled inside, but it was short lived. Kideme lead him down the corridors, up another flight of stairs, past all the pleasure rooms and to another staircase.

Unlike the past three levels that were all divided into rooms, the fourth room was only just large enough to serve as little more than a big office. With the four walls reaching into a high vaulted point, Tiatsu could likely gather that they were at the very topmost level in the whole building. The decor was mostly white and minimalist in design but nothing short of chic and the small space was filled with the scent of fresh tea and sake that was soon brought up.

In the middle of the room was a kotatsu and it was there that a woman in a simple gray kimono with a short black bobbed haircut sat kneeling. Her kimono was on the plain side, but her makeup was impeccable, with her small eyes accentuated by fine black kohl and just a splash of red on the lips. She looked to Tiatsu with what seemed to be an all knowing smile. At her side sat a rather short, elderly looking man with a tuft of white hair atop his otherwise bald head and wearing thick black owl-rimmed spectacles.

When Kideme came forward abreast Tiatsu, her mother only nodded once as a motion for them to sit down and wasted no time in speaking. "So then, you must be the famous Tiatsu Uchiha. Not that I would want my teen daughter hanging with a grown man but you are certainly much younger than I expected." If Tiatsu had anything to say at that point, he had the opportunity to do so while Hoshiko gave him a full once over. "I must ask....what would inspire a young man into wanting to open something so controversial as a gambling den?" It was an honest question, and Kideme's mother never broke eye contact all through his answer. Her head didn't so much as tilt through sipping her tea, never did she bat an eyelash, nor did eyebrows ever give way to whatever she might have been thinking. She just simply listened.