Sure enough, the moment she heard "Shinazugawa's" distinctive voice, the young woman's expression changed.
She made no attempt to hide the disgust in her eyes.
The madam by the door immediately noticed something amiss. She turned to look and found that Mizurō seemed a little off, but none of that mattered, because she spotted the sword at Su Chen's waist at a glance!
The madam darted over. "Sir! Please forgive us. Our geisha Mizurō is a little too tired today. We're truly sorry. If there's any service you need, you can tell me."
The madam spoke gently, repeatedly shooting meaningful looks at Mizurō.
Mizurō folded her arms and said nothing, standing there like a block of ice.
With the madam being so polite, Su Chen could hardly give her attitude.
He unconsciously jostled the sword at his waist, then said hoarsely, "I'm not here to spend money. I only came to ask about something."
The madam smiled obligingly. "Yes, yes. Mizurō, come have a drink with the gentleman and chat with him."
Hearing this, the geisha attending to Su Chen-the woman named Mizurō-reluctantly sat beside him and stared at him impatiently.
The madam stayed too, standing there watching.
Judging by her gaze, she seemed afraid Su Chen would do something other than ask questions.
Su Chen was just about to speak. "May I ask..."
"We sell our talents, not our bodies," Mizurō blurted out.
Su Chen was stunned. Did I ask?
So you sell your body if they're handsome, but only your talents if they're ugly, huh!
What, you get to have every good thing in the world all to yourself?
Su Chen chuckled. "Who would've thought someone so ugly could dream so beautifully..."
Mizurō: "???"
Before she could react, Su Chen continued, "Do you know how to leave..."
"No!