Episode 1

Kana's POV

I could hear them cheering for me. See, I'm very popular here . Mrs Chibiki, the owner of this bethrotel, came by the side of the curtain and clapped in a pattern signaling the entrance of the first batch of the dancing girls. I will enter the stage after they warm up the crowd.

They are mostly here for me , so the lady in charge makes me wear a veil to cover my face. They can only see my eyes, hair and my palms. Yet here they are cheering for me. I don't get how these men think. I never understood it the 6 years I spent here and I don't feel like I ever will.

Most of them have multiple wives back in their homes ready to serve them, yet here they come waiting for random girls who will never be faithful. They let them in on their secrets thinking they will in the influence of wine, only for the girl to trade that secret for money.

I hate people who aren't loyal. But I don't blame anyone here. After all this is the only way they can survive once they chose this professor. You can safely bet that half of these girls are spies and most of them have secrets. Some have bigger ones than the others. Like me who's a warrior .

But I assure you all of them are nice. This place is nothing like what people assume. Not everyone is jealous of others being better. No one drugs or give philters to random people. No bullying. Some of them sells their bodies, yes but that's not all of them. And that's does not make them bad.

They all treat each others, including me, as sisters and we protect each other. They treat me special because I came here as a eleven year old, being the youngest. They even go out of their way to make sure that no one touches me.

Mrs Chibiki tapped her foot signaling me. I secured my veil with another ribbon and shoved the curtains back. The crowd went wild. I moved slowly to center and started my dance. I used to sing as well in the beginning. Now I don't since the care taker said I'm giving them too much for too little money. I don't get it. Like I said before I don't get what these people think.

My bangles jingled to the music and annoying me in the process. I hate bangles, They remind me of shackles. That rhyme pretty well, huh ?. It reminds me of the time before I learned to fight when I was shackled at ankles and wrists and locked in a room. Who does that to a 3 year old? well my parents does.

They thought I'll forget it once I grow up. Little did they know that their new born baby could already think straight. That she had every memory of a 13 year old genius who have such sharp memory that she never forget a thing she read. How will she forget the horrible things they said ?

I finished my dance. And served tea to a few. A pervert was planning to grope me but sister Yue stepped in and started to flirt with him, Granting me a perfect chance to escape to my room. And so I did. Had I stayed it would've been hard to stop my hands from getting his head.

I locked myself in and sighed softly. Then started counting down from 100. I just can't live like this. I would never get used to such indignity. But I have to do so until the right time.

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