"Excuse me my lady." The barkeep beckoned from outside her bedroom door.
The girl opened her door in response.
"The gentleman from the lobby would like your company tomorrow evening."
She nodded in response then opened her mouth locking eyes with him.
The bar keep took it as a response to a name left behind. "He didn't leave his name. I noted him as Sake in your chart."
The girl nodded and shut the door.
The next evening the girl did her normal routine while the man who tended the bar watched her. He would have come to call upon too if his wife were not constantly watching him. When she returned from work dressed in a classic dress with white make-up upon her face, he couldn't help but stare. She went up the stairs and changed into a short Komono not longer than the pleated skirts from the junior highs or high schools. It was long sleeved with small wrap and a cute bow in the back. She looked like a prize for any man. He watched as she helped clean off a few tables before heading back up the stairs.
Not too long after she went up the stairs, he walked in the door.
"Oh…Hello…"
"I'm here to see her; I have an appointment."
"And you are…?"
"You called me Sake yester-night."
"Sake? You look different. What's with the white hair? Trying to impress the lady?"
"Something like that, Where is she?"
"Upstairs…my wife will guide you."
"Oh, hello. You must be one of her suitors. I must say she doesn't have much luck with men. I've only seen a few who return a second night."
"…uh…May I see her?" He asked as politely as he could muster.
"oh… This way."
He followed the old woman up the old wooden stairwell. She kept babbling nonsense. He tried to tune her out but it was no use.
"…and one day I just had to settle for him. Isn't that strange? Oh… Here we are. If you knock on the door I'm sure she'll invite you in."
"Thank you." He managed to etch out while every instinct in his body was telling him to run before she started babbling again. With a polite bow he left the woman and knocked on the designated door.
The girl opened the door fully and bowed politely. Inside the small room was a large bed that took up half the room, a loveseat and a small fridge along one wall, and a bookshelf along the other. When he entered the first thing he noticed were her books; all the same size, unmarked in black covers. There was a divider between a few of the books on the bottom shelf with a book turned on its side with a small red cloth sticking out from the pages.
She wrapped her arms around him, kissed his neck and led him back to the small couch. He followed with no objection. She was wearing a pretty purple Komono with a lavender wrap that made the prettiest little butterfly bow he'd ever seen. Spinning in a small circle she managed to put him between her and the couch. Then she pushed back on him gently applying force so as just to knock him off his feet and onto the loveseat. She stared at him a moment before reaching out her hand that was nearly covered by the long baggy sleeves of her Komono. She used her outstretched arm to balance as she crawled on top of him. Sitting on his lap with one knee pressing into the loveseat on either side of him she bent down to kiss his neck.
"Kagome…?" He asked.
"That's not fair. You know my name but all I know is that Mr. Harashi calls you Sake. What do I call you anyways?"
"Anything you want." He responded pressing his lips to her.
He pressed his lips to hers so hard that his sharp teeth pierced her lower lip. She pulled back from the kiss; it was too much for her to handle, too endowed with emotion. She placed her hands inside his shirt and pushed ever so lightly as to expose his chest to her. Pressing her hands down firmly, she rubbed across his chest then worked her hands lower.
Grabbing his goods, the girl shocked him.
"KAGOME?" His eyes went wide, mouth dropped and two well-hidden fuzzy triangles popped out from his short white hair standing at attention.