My thoughts are all over the place, 'tell the stranger, don't tell the stranger, pretend I don't speak Chinese, or the always trusty fainting spell'. I'm going with the first option and start to spill my guts. Tears are rushing down my face and people are staring at us. She's shushing me and rubbing my back as I sob-mumble my story on the way to our tent. She's telling everyone that I'm just drunk from the small after party that I didn't even go to.
She practically shoves me in the tent with her brute man force. I gulp and wipe my makeup-running face before continuing with the pleading for her to spare me.
" Why should I ? ", she asks scarily as she leans in close to my face with an evil look in her eyes. Now when I need it most, my mind is blank. For what feels like an eternity she just stares at my horrified expression until I see the corners of her lips start to twitch. Then she bursts...
"Pfffftt !!!! You should have seen your face! Ha ha ha ! It was all ' oh ancestors , please don't kill me in young ~ ha ha ha ! I can't breathe ! "
I hope she suffocates ...
She notices that my face is falling to an irritated expression before stopping her fit. Her posture corrects and she bows towards me before introducing herself to me once again.
" Hello, my name is Daiyu. I'm a Geisha now, but I'm going to be a warrior! ". The beaming rays from her pride was blinding me while I fall down onto my bed in exhaustion.
" I would say it's nice to meet you, but I'm not sure if it's a pleasure yet ", I reply with a casual sass while I slyly try to shove a squirming Mushu out of my clothes. She stares at me suspiciously while I squirm, but I manage to get him out... Of the tent ! After accidentally throwing my only form of backup out of the tent I proceed in my casualness while internally dying.
" Oh I get it, you don't trust me", she sighs sitting down on the bed next to me. Did she not hear my sob story ? " No, for some weird reason I don't trust the stranger who holds my life in her hands. Funny huh ? ".
" Ohhhhh yeah, your secret. That you're a whaaaaaaa ! P-please whaaaa ! ". She's mocking my desperate pleads... Wait, could she even hear me ?
" That I'm a what ? " I respond trying not to sound like a total idiot effected by her teasing.
" We're about to find out ", she smirked before pouncing on top of me and trying to rip open the chest portion of my performance gear. Somebody help me !!!
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Geisha boy
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