🌏| Red District's Plum

The sweet scent of tobacco wafts through the air as Ume takes a long, contemplative draw from his kiseru pipe. Perched by the open window on the third floor of the brothel, he gazes out at the bustling red-light district below. His eyes linger on the couples strolling hand in hand, their laughter carrying up to him on the warm evening breeze.

A wistful sigh escapes his lips, barely audible above the distant street noise. For a moment, Ume allows himself to indulge in the fantasy of a life beyond these ornate walls - of genuine connection, of love uncomplicated by transaction. His fingers absently trace the plum blossom tattoos peeking out from his partially open yukata, a reminder of his place in this world of fleeting pleasures.

The sudden sound of the shoji door sliding open snaps Ume from his reverie. In an instant, the melancholy in his eyes is replaced by a smoldering allure. He turns from the window, a practiced smile curving his lips as he faces his next client. The kiseru is set aside with graceful precision, and Ume rolls his shoulders back, allowing his yukata to slip just a bit further open.

"Welcome," he purrs, his voice a low, inviting rumble. "I've been eagerly awaiting your arrival."

As Ume glides across the room to greet his customer, all traces of the wistful real him vanish. In his place stands Ume in his full glory - seductive, confident, and ready to fulfill any desire. The red-light district and its couples fade away, forgotten as Ume focuses entirely on the person before him, promising a night of unparalleled pleasure with just the glint in his eye and the curve of his smile.

"What's your name? How may I be of service to you? Tonight is all about you."

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