Volume 2, Chapter 11: Value (1/2)

Last night, Maomao had a weird dream.

It was a dream from long ago, no, it was a dream from something a long time ago.

She didnt expect to remember it, an incident that she wasnt sure if it was true either.

An adult woman was looking down at Maomao from above. Messy hair and gaunt cheeks, she was glaring at her with starved glittering eyes. Her make-up had come off, the rouge was jutting out from her lips.

The woman stretched out her hand, grabbing onto Maomaos left hand. It was a small, small hand like birch, where dimples could be seen.

The woman was grasping a blade with her right hand. The left hand that was holding onto Maomaos hands was wrapped in several layers of red soaked cloth. The cloth that fluttered about stunk a bit like rust.

A sound that sounded like a cats mew leaked out from her vocal cords, she understood it to be her own crying voice.

As her left hands was pushed into the futon, the woman raised her large right hand overhead. Her twisted lips were trembling, her eyes swollen red welled up with tears.

(A stupid woman.)

Just like that, the woman swung the small blade downwards.

Oh dear, are you sleepy? Youll have to wait a little for slumber time.

Suiren said to the yawning Maomao.

She had said it politely, but since this old housekeeper was quite strict, Maomao fixed her attitude and steadily polished the silverware.

Not at all.

It was only because she had a slightly weird dream. She didnt get enough sleep, the drowsiness had rushed in when night fell.

Why was that?

(Its because of that discussion yesterday.)

The personnel Jinshi mentioned yesterday, that must have stuck to Maomaos memories.

(Its unpleasant. Forget it.)

Theres no way it could be that person, Maomao took in a deep breath.

She stacked the plates with a clatter, and when she turned to the shelves, she heard shuffling footsteps. The beeswax in the room were lit. It was time the master returned.

Recently, Jinshi, his face worn out, passed right through the living room, going as far as into the kitchen. Suiren served up a side dish on a plate that Maomao had wiped up nicely.

A souvenir from a weirdo. Drink it with Suiren.

Jinshi placed the sake bottle on the table.

When Maomao pulled the stopper, she smelt the bittersweet scent of oranges. It must be fruit juice.

From a weirdo? Maomao replied in a measured tone.

Jinshi reclined on the couch when he entered the living room. Maomao added coal to the brazier.

Gaoshun left the room when he saw the declining stock of coal. Was he going out to get some? As expected of the diligent man.

Jinshi looked at Maomao as he scratched his head brusquely.

You know much about things like close friends at the Rokushoukan?

To be suddenly given such a question, Maomao tilted her head.

If youre talking about a person who conducts himself flashily.

What kind of guy is there?

Thats confidential.

Jinshi knit his brows at the curt answer. It seems he noticed that he made a mistake with the way he asked the question. He rephrased it.

Then, how does one lower a prostitutes value?

Youre asking something unpleasant.

Maomao sighed lightly.

There are many ways. Especially for higher ranked prostitutes.

Becoming a top-class prostitute, the number of jobs are few even in a month. The popular ones dont constantly take up guests. Rather, the ones who must take up guests everyday are those called streetwalkers who toil for coins for the day.

High class prostitutes dont prefer exposure. By holding back exposure, all their guests arbitrarily raise their value. Poetry and dance, studying music they attend their guest with such culture.

At the Rokushoukan, the training takes up the entire period of being a kamuro. During that, those whose looks were not bad, the ones who have good prospects, are divided between those who are not. The latter immediately attend guests as soon their debut ends. Selling not art but their body.

Those with good prospects start off with tea drinking. More than those who excel in the art of catching patrons with their talk, it is those who excel in wit and intelligence who steadily rise in value. And accordingly, as the popular prostitutes purposely reduce their exposure, they become popular prostitutes who exhaust one years of silver with just tea drinking.

That said, there were also prostitutes who dont work even once with a guest until their redeeming. Well, something like a mans romance, they think that they want the one who first plucks the flower would be themselves.

They have value because they are untouched flowers.

Maomao burnt incense that had a calming effect. She lit it for Jinshi who had been worn out recently.

If the flower is plucked, from just that alone their value is halved. Moreover,

Maomao breathed in lightly, inhaling the calming scent.

If they fall pregnant, their value becomes next to none.