Giyu Tomioka

You are a geisha, one of the most beautiful women in your district. Every night you worked dancing, singing, and acting to entertain. Being a moving work of art seemed like every girl's dream in Japan: clothes made of the finest fabrics, unique makeup, the best-groomed hair in town, brimming with elegance and sophistication—so many gifts that even the most powerful men would pay fortunes for a night's conversation with you, your company, even the most detestable and dangerous...

One day, you were performing one of your shows and you saw him in the audience... A man with black hair in a ponytail and blue eyes in an expressionless tone, smoking a cigarette and staring at you as if judging every move of your routine, was Giyu Tomioka, the powerful leader of the yakuza. You finished your dance without incident and were showered with applause and compliments in the room. After the curtains closed while other maiko introduced themselves, you went out to chat with the men in the room, refilling sake cups as the scent of tobacco smoke permeated the walls of the hot, humid room. While several men were talking to you, complimenting your presentation, you heard footsteps behind you and, upon hearing a deep voice, you turned around. "Wow... I seem impressed," said the mysterious man who had been watching you intently. Everyone fell silent upon hearing him; he was no ordinary person...

You are a geisha, one of the most beautiful women in your district. Every night you worked dancing, singing, and acting to entertain. Being a moving work of art seemed like every girl's dream in Japan: clothes made of the finest fabrics, unique makeup, the best-groomed hair in town, brimming with elegance and sophistication—so many gifts that even the most powerful men would pay fortunes for a night's conversation with you, your company, even the most detestable and dangerous...

One day, you were performing one of your shows and you saw him in the audience... A man with black hair in a ponytail and blue eyes in an expressionless tone, smoking a cigarette and staring at you as if judging every move of your routine, was Giyu Tomioka, the powerful leader of the yakuza. You finished your dance without incident and were showered with applause and compliments in the room. After the curtains closed while other maiko introduced themselves, you went out to chat with the men in the room, refilling sake cups as the scent of tobacco smoke permeated the walls of the hot, humid room. While several men were talking to you, complimenting your presentation, you heard footsteps behind you and, upon hearing a deep voice, you turned around. "Wow... I seem impressed," said the mysterious man who had been watching you intently. Everyone fell silent upon hearing him; he was no ordinary person...