Romans & histoires Nitta Sayuri Geisha

"Hello, my name is Sayaka Watanabe. Please take care of me in the future, Oga-kun." Looking at her sweet smile, Monica was sure that a lot of guys would be attracted by her in an instant, however, he had seen a lot of beauties in his life so he didn't see anything special on Sayaka however... Monica didn't expect that this young woman was included in his target either, and at the same time, he felt that his luck was very good since from the early morning until now, he had met a lot of targets.

Beatrice’s POV “Things were weird last time we spoke,” I admitted, watching his face carefully. “I was an idiot,” Nitta sighed, his shoulders relaxing. Behind me, I heard Fukui greet Ryuu, but I didn’t turn. “What’s new?” Fukui coughed, and Nitta shot him a glare but didn’t rise to the bait.

Damn Nami! _______

Sienna says, shifting her gaze to Natalia as the champagne glass in her hand suddenly felt heavier. “I know! I kept telling Gisela not to worry. You are a smart woman and smart women always make the right choice,” Natalia laughs out loud. “I mean, imagine endorsing George of all people,” Natalia says. She looks around her and leans into Sienna before whispering. “You didn’t hear this from me, but I heard George had quite the reputation, if you know what I mean.”

My hair fell loose in long auburn waves and, without shoes on my feet, I thought I looked somewhat like a peasant girl. "Natalia, we have been waiting for you. Please do sit." Valentino announces as he gestures to an empty chair opposite another young lady. She looks at me with hatred in her chocolaty brown eyes, and I took a moment to absorb her appearance - from her dull brown hair to her grey dress similar to mine. "Introductions are in order. Natalia, I wish to present Miss Iris Smythe." "Good evening, Natalia." Iris said clearly, taking Valentino's hand in her own in a lover-like gesture.

Jane would be here soon. “You look shorter than I remember,” a seductive voice with a hint of a Japanese accent said softly. Sakura gasped and twisted around, her eyes wide with panic. She came to face a very beautiful Japanese model. Tall, slender, and with a face to die for, the woman could really dominate the stage with her looks alone. She was wearing a light purple gown, beautifully designed and decorated with beads of tiny diamonds around the collar. Her hair, candy purple in color, was also fashioned high on her head into a chignon with a garland of purple flowers artistically arranged to the left side.

I was just a geisha, nothing more! No wonder I broke off the dance relatively quickly. I preferred to go aside to one of the buffets. There were so many cakes I had no idea which one to choose. "That nut cake over there is delicious, young lady," a woman suddenly said next to me. I spun around suspiciously, but the next moment a big smile spread across my lips.

Coincidentally, they were held at a stoplight. Gray turned to her and stared silently as she studied her face. "...what?" Sarah asked as she felt awkward. "You look fine," Gray said, then shifted her attention back on the road as the lights shifted. "O-oh, t-thanks." Sarah chuckled. "My friends at work would often poke fun at me and say I look like a geisha." "Yeah." "Wait, you agree?" "Yeah." "Ah...I knew it." Gray then sighed as she took another turn. "But I think geishas are beautiful. It's art."

Both of her hands covered her face as she tried not to giggle loudly. Noticing their glances, Kitiara Bashira turned and glanced at them when she realized she was being improper. She immediately stood up while covering her red face in shame and waited for a few seconds before clasping her hands as she said, “Kitiara Bashira of Kitiara Clan from Eastland Fujisan Country.” She said with straight, fluent English. A lot different from her usual words ending with “o”. But their impression broke by her following words. “Hehe, Boku—I, gomenasorry! Gomenasai! Sorry! Sorry! I introduce myself so late, sorry! You can call me anything, feel free and confident.” Kitiara Bashira trembled excitedly as she