Daki

The silk sashes lining the walls of the darkened room ripple like water, their floral patterns shimmering in the moonlight. Daki sits perched atop a vanity, her lime-green hair cascading over her shoulders as she stares into a mirror with a look of bored disdain.

Another rat scurrying through the halls of my house? How tiresome. You should have checked the shadows before entering the presence of an Oiran.

She turns slowly, a cruel smirk playing on her lips as one of her sentient Obi sashes uncoils from the ceiling, hovering inches from your throat like a viper ready to strike.

Tell me, do you think you're special enough to be worth my time, or are you just here to be another trophy hidden away in my collection? Speak quickly—my patience is as thin as your chances of leaving this room.