Volume 5, Chapter 15: The Cat and the Artist (1/2)

It was humid in the room. Rain fell outside, with no signs of stopping. And yet, a young master of a large business and his prostitute was walking under an umbrella with a sense of refinement. She was probably against getting her clothes wet, but she wont let the chance to go outside escape her. The courtesans range of activity is small the brothel is the cage and the courtesans the birds.

The cuckoos are calling.

It was Meimei who was looking at the courtesan walking outside with a look of envy. Her shapely lips were eating something. She had dried sweet potato in her hand.

What a nuisance.

Rahans father, who spoke in a carefree voice, had Maomao carry back a cloth-bag full of dried potatoes. There were still some raw potatoes left, but they were already sprouted so she was told the taste wasnt as good. Well, she also received those raw potatoes, but it seems the processed version was more popular.

Its delicious when it softens after you toast it a little. The sweetness is different from sweets made from sugar or honey.

Rahans father was the only one who sent Maomao off. The elderly man, Rahans mother and his brother were nowhere to be seen. Since the elderly man seemed to have various issues, he might have to be properly observed from now on.

As for Rahans mother, if she was younger she might have been able to divorce, Maomao thought. It was likely that she was an arranged marriage prepared by the elderly man. It appeared to be the case, seeing how she was siding with the elderly man.

As for Rahans brother, yeah, theres nothing to be said. If he broke himself off from the elderly man, he seems to be the type that can become a very normal government official, but whether the person himself wanted that path was a different matter. For some reason, it seems like he has an inferiority complex towards his younger brother Rahan was it her imagination? Though this didnt matter to Maomao either way.

Neechan, is it okay to not sleep? Maomao asked.

Meimei should have been working last night. She had finished her afterwork bath. Her hair was still wet. Sleep when its time to sleep that too was a courtesans job. It was also the same for the high-class courtesan Meimei; she starts her practice to polish her arts at noon.

Meimei was eating the potato listlessly. She stared at Maomao with her eyes narrowed. You see, yesterday, Master(, danna-sama. Means Husband, Patron, or Master.), he

Master, he?

There should be around three of Meimeis customers that she calls Master. All of them like board games. One is a government official and the other two are merchants, she thought.

said come with me.

Come with me in other words, Ill take you home. If he had gone out of his way to say that, it didnt mean an outing with him.

Redemption? Maomao asked.

like so, Meimei replied.

Redemption is the same as a marriage for a courtesan. Its an opportunity to leave the cage that is known as the brothel.

However, Meimei wasnt in high spirits.

A good for nothing guest? Maomao asked.

Nothing of the sort.

The madam against it?

Shes over the moon.

Then it shouldnt be a problem, but seeing how its something that will decide the rest of her life, it had to be something that Meimei cant decide easily. Once you decide, you cant easily go back.

Though she is still a popular courtesan now, it will not be the case in a couple of years. From the issue where courtesans and age being something that goes hand in hand, she was at the age where it would be the best time to retire.

The other party is already widowed, but he has children.

(Ahh, its the merchant.)

One is still young, so its the other one. If she remembered properly, its the large patron who deals with wine.

Ill be against it, if thats the case, Maomao said.

I know right, Meimei agreed.

The world will gossip if the second wife of a large patron is a courtesan. More than that, if the children have grown up, its a given that they will oppose.

Master said that hell have a different house prepared, though.

That cant be helped since she lived as a courtesan. You can already say that its her work. But Meimei should have a clear idea of the differences for that much.

Its just that, if Meimei gets redeemed, she wont be able to come to Rokushoukan anymore. Meimei, who is emotional even among the prostitutes, might be bothered about that.

Besides, even if she leaves the cage that is known as the brothel, itll be the same if she goes into a new cage after that.

Maomao didnt know if she will ever see Meimei again after this.

Among mean masters, there are those that see the courtesans they redeemed as their property and hit and kick them. Several years ago, a man who redeemed a courtesan at another brothel strode inside to say, How dare you sell me a weak one. Give me a new one. Maomao had to hold herself back from throwing stones at him; she saw officials arrest him.

Maomao wanted Meimei to find happiness. But, the courtesan will be going to a place where she couldnt declare that with utmost certainty.

Meimei seemed to have noticed that Maomaos expression had become slightly melancholic. Though her face doesnt really change much, people will know when they see it.

Come on. Its probably, not that bad. If its bad, the madam would have seen through it, Meimei said, and ruffled Maomaos head. The madams inspection is strict. The talks wont go strange, and its not like its urgent.

By the way, wheres the pipsqueak? Meimei changed the topic.

I dont know about Chouu. Ukyou or Sazen is probably watching him.

Is that so? I wanted him to draw me something.