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Sakura sees a sick woman on the street sticks to forgetting what happened to her mother.
It is cold, her first night in the brothel. The lady in the supermarket—Akiko—has picked her up because of her pretty pink hair and the large, innocent green eyes. She is a treasure, the Okiya Mother has told her, a treasure.
Sakura is cold and her eyes are big as she takes in the rundown buildings around her and the way that the people flinch away from the eyes of the men next door.
Akiko runs her slim fingers through Sakura's pink hair and coos softly, calming Sakura's thundering heartbeat.