(16 Years Old)

Midori quickly went to the geisha house and collected her stuff. After that, she went to a normal hotel to shower and sleep for a few hours. In the morning, Midori dressed in a simple grey yukata with checkered patterns and zori sandles before leaving to find an actual whore house. Her next mark, Yakasaki Seitaro, was a wealthy man who enjoyed using the brothels in every place he went. He was wealthy enough to pay for the use of the entire brothel he visited which ensured no one could enter and he could have guards patrolling the entire building.

Quickly, Midori found the only brothel in the town and used stealth to put a mild and non-lethal poison in the cups of six different girls.

She only had to wait a day, scoping out the brothel for the six girls to call in to the matron as sick and unable to work.

That was when she pounced on the opportunity.

"What can I do for you, girl?"

Midori turned to an old woman, dressed conservatively but her face was covered in makeup. "I was hoping to find some work for a while."

"Do you have any experience girl?"

"Yes ma'am."

The old woman nodded, "Head to the back room, I'll check you over there."

Midori gave a short bow before heading off to where she was supposed to be. Under her yukata, on the skin of her chest, was a genjutsu seal that drew up a fake tattoos over her body. Her front had a massive koi fish splashing from her left hip up to where its head resting on her right breast and water decorated the skin around the fish that was then dotted with sakura blossoms. On her back, coiling its tail around her right thigh and clawing up her buttocks with hind claws all the way up to biting at her left shoulder blade was a large stripped tiger with more decorative sakura blossoms.

The matron came soon after with another girl, "Undress, I want to see."

Midori nodded, knowing that this was a test to see if she was at all shy which most women and girls were if they hadn't ever worked in a brothel before, and untied the obi to let her yukata fall to the ground. Standing naked, the old woman pinched and prodded, uncaring of every time her bony fingers caused Midori to wince. The girl, who seemed young so Midori assumed she had been born to one of the workers, helped to pick up Midori's clothes before setting them to the side after careful folding.

"Well, it seems like you're in luck, we had few girls get sick with food poisoning yesterday and we're running short on workers while an important client is visiting and plans to hire out the place. You seem prettier than most of my girls here so you will work every single night, so as long as you bring in men and their coin, you get paid along with free meals and a warm bed to sleep in. Rules of the house is no complaints, no whining, and the costumer is always right. You do as your costumer says even if he tells you to get on your knees and beg like a dog. Do you have any lines you're unwilling to cross?"

Midori shook her head, "No, ma'am."

"So any sort of bondage is alright? We have a few bouncers as we don't approve of hurting or disfiguring any of the girls working here so you just need to call for help. Men come in a pay to sleep with the girls, you keep a quarter of the money along with any tips they give you. Food and lodging is already deducted by the three quarters of the fee. Any accessories including bathing supplies, make-up, hair pins, clothes, or anything else that tickles your fancy other than your first kimono comes out of your pocket. If you get pregnant, you will get the chance to either keep the babe which puts you off work until the babe is born, or you take a cup of black root tea to get rid of any growing spawn. Do you understand everything?"

Midori could only nod at the old woman's long winded and grouchy speech.

The old woman turned to the girl standing at her side, "Snap to it, girl, get that silver one! Don't just stand around like a lazy bum! Do your job!"

"Yes Madam Akoto-san!" The small girl raced from the room and soon came back carrying a simple kimono colored a shimmering silver with dark brown tree branches crawling up from the edges peppered with little red sakura blossoms. Midori suspected it had been grabbed since the sakura blossoms matched the ones that had been 'tattooed' on her skin. The girl helped fit it on, making sure that it was opened enough that Midori's breasts were practically hanging out and that the cloth just covered over the fork of her legs. A red obi, more of a band than any proper sort of obi, fit around her waist to keep the kimono tied just enough so it gave a tantalizing glimpse of flesh instead being practically naked.

Her hair was combed and styled with a few pins and a comb before she was guided to a dining room area where more than a few other girls were eating. A cook in the back, another old woman who Midori suspected had once been a whore but grew too old, was carefully preparing some more food and the young girl guiding Midori bounced forward.

"Hay obaa-san, we got a new girl!" The young girl waved her arms in Midori's directions before scooting closer and whispering, "Hey what's your name?"

Midori gave a little smile to the girl but spoke up to everyone, "Ohayo, my name is Sayuri."

"Ohayo!" Many of the other girls and women called out before going back to eat and resting, preparing themselves for work which would truly pick up in a few hours.

Midori walked to the cook and grabbed a bowl of rice with some fish and pickled cabbage on top. There were actual pickles as well, and Midori used her chopsticks to pluck them from her bowl and place them in the bowl of her young companion.

"Do you not like pickled vegetable?" She asked almost incredulously.

"I don't like pickled cucumbers but I love pickled cabbage, just something odd."

The young girl raised a confused eyebrow, "You like pickled cabbage but not pickled cucumber, that doesn't make any sense whatsoever."

Midori just shrugged and sat down at a table to enjoy her meal.

"By the way, my name is Katayama Nanao, pleasure to meet you Sayuri-san."

Midori just gave a smile, not speaking as it was rude while she was eating.

Once they were finished with their meal, Nanao showed her to a room which would become Midori's. It was a simple room consisting of a bed and red drapes lining the walls with candles dotting various surfaces of the room.

"This is the room which you can keep your keep your clothes and other items. You can decorate the room how you like, we have other stuff that could help decorate the room but there isn't much, just some old stuff." Nanao said while Midori walked around the room a bit to inspect it.

"Thank you Nanao-chan, I think its fine as it is for now." Midori set her backpack, which she had been carrying with her since arriving at the brothel, and sat on the edge of the bed. "How often does the bedding get changed?"

"It gets washed every night you work and the sheets get replaced every few months depending on how it looks." Nanao said, "I hope you get a client soon, the sooner you get your first client and the more money you earn gets you higher standing within the house. All those other girls seemed nice to you while we were eating but they're only waiting for tonight before tearing you to pieces."

Midori smiled warmly, knowingly, and simply thanked the younger girl. "Yes, I could tell quite easily. I'll get ready and be out in an hour."

The young girl gave a short bow and left Midori alone, closing the door behind her.

The second Nanao left, Midori scowled. She hated this work. She was good at it and enjoyed such night time activities with those she trusted, however she felt that doing this sort of work for the clan was demeaning and took any sort of pleasure out of the actual physical act of sex when against a mark. After this mission, since it was truly her first mission on her own, Midori would get back to the clan and Ichizo (the commander of the seduction and assassin corps) would grant her permission to have the graduating present as a member of the seduction corps. It was a suicide seal, one that when used, would use fire to completely incinerate her body into ash. The seal was disguised within any sort of flower (which Midori was going to choose a white Asiatic Lily with a dark purple center) but the seal itself was disguised as the small black widow spider that hid within the depths of the flower.

Midori would earn that seal when she finished this mission and successfully killed her mark, like some sort of black widow though she luckily didn't have to marry her target. However, that still didn't make her feelings on this sort of work any easier. It also didn't help that she was so good at this work because she had twenty years of memories to fall back on though they were civilian based. Those memories were made of her core beliefs, that she loved the beauty in the world and that she would do anything to survive no matter what.

Quickly, Midori put on some light make-up and simplistic jewelry made from very beautiful glass beads, feathers, and some fake flowers were added to her hair. Everything else that she had carried with her was put away and carefully hidden from thieving hands of some of the other workers.

She finished primping herself and exited her room practically glowing with beauty and vitality. The madam, Akoto, could already tell that Midori was going to bring in plenty of money since she wasn't of the normal garden variety of girls in the brothel. Even the prettiest worker seemed to pale when in Midori's vicinity. She wore her skimpy kimono, with her breast practically falling out and her thighs constantly being showcased, as if it was a high-class outfit with long lustrous black hair that glistened in the dim lighting of the brothel.

Midori smirked at the different women, all seething in anger at the stolen spotlight, and sat on a cushion in the back room waiting for the first of the costumers. Akoto came in and hustled one of the girls out, whom Midori assumed would be used for those who couldn't afford more expensive sex as the other woman was quite plain but without any deficiencies. More than a few other girls were hustled out to go entertain a man for the night, when Akoto called out for Midori. "Sayuri, you're up. You got two boys paying good coin for a new girl and those two boys already know all the girls here." The old woman scowled darkly.

With little effort, Midori stood up and walked to the front room where her client would be waiting. There, waiting for her was some handsome noble-like fellow with whom Midori assumed was his brother.

The men grinned at each other perversely, obviously each were perverts of the highest order and they had the coin to pay for the service. Midori held back a glare of disgust, hating what she would have to put up with to get some good credit within the brothel for the time her actual mark came around. If she just showed up working at the brothel at the same exact time her mark came around, then everyone would be too suspicious to let her close to do her job. It would be nice if she could just kill him but she needed info and torture was out of the option since Midori wasn't to let anyone know that her mark had given away key information. She was only to show that she killed him as if in self-defense, not actual murder.

Sauntering up to her two customers, Midori guided them to her room and let them undress her while they leered at her form. They guided her to the bed, enjoying the fact that they were in complete control as they gripped her breasts or dipped their fingers within her core. They licked up her neck, kissing and sucking against her pale skin, and one brother pushed her to the bed while the other began undressing.

Midori smirked and spread her legs wide while leaning back a bit to show off her entire naked body. No words were spoken as the two men crawled over the bed towards her. Midori then, without effort, used pressure points to heighten their pleasure so much that their eyes rolled back into their heads and they collapsed. She didn't feel like entertaining them at all, not after having to force herself to have sex with her previous mark. Sex had been a requirement since there needed to be actual evidence.

Now, she had used pressure points to cause such a heightening of pleasure that their minds had overloaded from the sensation. A result of that however was their sticky white messes coating the covers of her bed which annoyed her quite a bit. With ease, Midori rolled both naked men off the bed and changed the spoiled covers before lifting the two into the bed. She slipped between both men and covered their obvious nakedness with the sheets and bedspread.

With ease, Midori slipped into a half-sleep, not really sleeping but not really awake. This allowed her to stay aware of her environment and be able to react accordingly but still letting her body rest. This could be used for a week but Midori knew that not actual sleeping and only staying half-asleep for multiple days would be the exact same as staying up for multiple days in a row. It was possible to function on little to no sleep when out in the field but often times it made a shinobi unwary and act as they shouldn't. Going in a half-asleep approach compared to full sleep staved off the approach of sleep deprivation and allowed the body and chakra to rest and recuperate but not at the same rate as if one was actually sleeping.

The two men were out for the count for the rest of the night and Midori came aware from her half-sleep state to them groaning a bit as they woke up.

"I can't even remember what happened last night, it was so amazing." Stated the older brother.

Midori hid a smirk and continued to pretend to sleep. The second brother slowly responded to his now awake brother before turning to the obviously beautiful and still naked form of Midori who was lying face down on the bed with one leg hooked over the younger brother's. The two brothers gave each other grins, though they were still slightly tired from such an 'active' night. Midori wanted to roll her eyes in exasperation as the older brother 'stealthily' slipped between her legs, having awoken with a full morning wood that tented the sheets, and proceeded to 'wake' his bed partner with 'unexpected' sex.

Midori faked a few throaty moans and clawed at the sheets while the elder brother pumped within her body. He stopped soon after, letting his younger brother have a go, while stroking himself at the sight. The younger brother had lifted Midori's hips, allowing for a better and deeper angle, and Midori couldn't actually help but enjoy herself when putting all thoughts of missions into the back of her mind. These two, while not shinobi and without the stamina of shinobi, knew what they were doing as Midori suspected they had been enjoying the pleasures of the female flesh since they were teens and actually knew what sex was.

They each took turns until they decided to both go at her at the same time. Being as experienced and trained as she was, Midori held no fright as one man positioned himself in front of her and the other behind. They pushed themselves both inside her at the same time before beginning and alternating pattern to piston in and out of her core. They were soon spent while Midori had to fake an orgasm as she was used to shinobi stamina. Spent, Midori let them lie on the bed while she got up and dressed. She was putting on some lingerie when they finally got up. As they dressed, the elder brother pulled out a stack of bills from his pocket and carefully tucked them away in the cleavage of Midori's breasts before stealing a kiss.

"We will totally be back, keep the tip." He said while the younger brother gave a smirk and stole his own kiss.

Once they left, Midori cleaned herself up and went to the dining room to get something to eat. She hid away the money within her obi, and gave a dark smirk to the different glaring women who were slowly trickling in from their nights with customers.

A week passed, Midori becoming the prized whore of the brothel since she knew so many shinobi tricks to give overloading pleasure to the men she serviced. None of them suspected she was any sort of shinobi but just knew that she was quite skilled between the sheets.

Finally, her mark came to the brothel and bought out the entire building for three days. Azuma Roka was wealthy but a big pile of lard. He was fat as can be, owned a few slaves and ordered his servants to constantly feed his growing girth. Different women of the brothel were commanded to drape themselves across him as he sat eating more food than an average civilian could afford with a month's work. At night, he had different women pleasure him and feed him while doing so. He was disgusting and Midori honestly couldn't tell how he had survived so long.

He was a stain against humanity and the different girls he had pleasure him at night were very grateful and kept silent when each night Midori used her pressure point technique to knock Roka out and make him think it was pleasure that did it.

By the third day, all the girls of the brothel were disgusted by the pig but kept silent in fear of what he could order his plethora of guards to do, especially since his guards had already hurt a few of the girls while having sex.

The entire time Roka was there, though he left during the day to conduct business, Midori had been slipping small amounts of poison into his drink as he drank sake like water. There was no need to kill him in self-defense as Midori could fake a lethal heart attack. The last night, Midori used pressure points to make him spill all his dirty little secrets before giving him the final dose of poison, one that was slow acting and impossible to detect after death since it was volatile and broke down at room temperature compared to body temperature.

Midori followed the fat pig as he left the brothel and town in a massive horse driven carriage until he had a sudden and fatal heart attack another six days later on the road between towns. Midori had already collected her stuff from the brothel, left behind all the money she had earned plus some extra to Nanao who Midori had learned wanted to leave the brothel but couldn't afford to, and was soon making her way back to Uzu.