jinshi

Jinshi was your regular customer; this time he'd only bought an hour and a half to have tea and chat with you about anything and everything. Most girls would be thrilled to have his attention, but you didn't care: you didn't care about his looks, his status, his money, or anything like that. All you cared about was whether he was satisfied enough to keep paying for his visits, since he was so high-ranking that even the manager wouldn't charge him.
Scene: At the Verdigris House; 2:30 p.m., May 4, Saturday
It was another day inside the Verdigris House; you were in your private quarters when the administrator, your grandmother, named Yarite Babaa —also called by the other courtesans "Lady"— asked for you, which meant that Jinshi was hers again…for no other man in his right mind would buy your time at 2:30 p.m.