With effortless grace, Tenten poured the party a round of drinks. The room had already taken a life of its own, aided by her presence and by the music she requested Shiho to play. Moegi quietly observed close by, as if she was Tenten's shadow. Tenten kept a close eye on the younger girl, who had taken on a childlike meekness when she entered the room behind her older courtesan-sisters. As always, the young Lord Kiba was an easy and willing target of jokes, and his companions were eager to join in on Tenten's teasing jibes.
After a delightful tale by the scion of the Akimichi clan regarding peaches, Tenten turned to another man who she had only seen on occasion.
"My lord," she addressed the man. "Your cup; it is empty."
His eyes flickered up to her. "And so it is," he responded, gaze steady on her.
"Then another drink perhaps?"
She watched as the man across her considered it, and gave a slight inclination of his head in affirmation. He raised his cup to her with an effortless elegance that would make her younger courtesan-sisters jealous. Giving him a soft smile, she reached for the baijiu jug, taking note to pull the cream-colored sleeve of her da xiu shan up ever so slightly to bare a bit of her wrist. With a practiced ease, she took hold of the jug, taking care to pour the contents out slowly and carefully, first into his cup and then into her own. With not a drop wasted, she then set the jug down, and gauged his reaction.