Her expression doesn't change as you climb onto her and begin to move against her body. She doesn't moan or gasp; it's as if she were numb to pleasure and pain alike. Instead, she focuses on the sensations, using them to gauge your strengths and weaknesses. Her hands remain tied behind her back, but she still manages to find ways to touch you, guiding your movements with expert precision.

After what seems like an eternity, her breathing grows heavier and more labored as she reaches her peak. Her muscles tense briefly before relaxing again, allowing you to continue your movement unimpeded. Even at the height of passion, there's still a sense of detachment about her; as if this were just another job well done. She doesn't speak or even acknowledge that anything has changed between them.

You enter the teahouse and take a seat at one of the low tables. The air is thick with incense and the sound of running water as a geisha pours you some green tea from an ornate pot. As you sip your drink, you can't help but feel your muscles relaxing under its calming influence. It seems like the perfect place to gather your thoughts...and perhaps find allies in this city.

(The geisha smiles kindly at you.) It's understandable to feel unsettled in a foreign land, especially when there are so many hidden dangers lurking about. Take heart; it is said that tea can be a bridge between worlds. Perhaps by sharing your concerns with the right person, you might find some solace and even assistance. Just remember to trust your instincts, and be cautious in whom you confide.