Rented

It was what she did before she met Shishio, you know. A woman who sold—rented, really— her body and companionship to any man who could pay. A beautiful, pale face, perfect hair the slender body that kept slipping out of its loose kimono, made to hide and disguise, and, of course, the voice as smooth as silk and as tempting as a just-ripened cherry.

She was no common whore, of course. She was expensive, even to Oiran standards. However, it was her only way of surviving. Was it really her fault that she became this?

No... Damn the Meiji government.