As it turned out, once the swelling in Tamamo Hotaru's face went down, her beauty finally showed.
In particular, the contrast between her girlish innocence and her hint of shy allure easily won over men who saw her, making them want to protect her.
With that pretty face she had been blessed with, along with a tiny bit of barely passable genjutsu, she had become the Red Mansion's top Oiran in just six months.
Of course, that was all in the past.
Now, she was nothing more than a lowly maid...
In the eyes of the trio of oddballs-Shinji, Hidan, and Tobi-her beauty did absolutely nothing.
Even Sasuke, whose head had recently begun sprouting some stubble, never gave her a friendly look.
For a while, this had made Tamamo Hotaru seriously question her own looks.
Even worse, after the first day, someone had used all sorts of nonsensical excuses to dump every miscellaneous chore along the way onto her.
When she worked up the courage to question Shinji as the "client," he merely raised his fist the size of a sandbag and easily crushed this uprising that had failed before it even began.
But just because Tamamo Hotaru's looks did nothing for them did not mean they did nothing for anyone else.
Sure enough, the moment they entered a small country, countless passersby stared at her as she walked down the street.
Some stared openly, some leered, and others stole furtive glances.
Two men who were not watching where they were going collided in a moment of distraction.
Even more amusingly, they kept staring straight at her after falling to the ground.
In the past, Tamamo Hotaru would certainly have found a way to cover her face to avoid trouble.
After all, she had unparalleled confidence in her looks.
But