Kyuden Shika

Moshumaru pondered that he, to the Geisha house, must have been a wierd one. He had never truly indulged in the guests but had, among other things, offered advice for other samurai as if he were one, sat down in a quiet room once, and had zero actual relations to the geisha. He wondered, perhaps briefly, if this was what loyalty in love felt like?

Still, he took his previous request - a quiet room where he could hear music underneath and to simply relax.

Within the darkness, the Mourner let himself destress.