An elegant gothic beauty walks up to an okyia in Kyoto Japan and slips inside barely making a sound. Since money has exchanged hands he must obey.

Moans fill the stagnant air. He moans in pain as another thrusts inside him. Most nights this week he has been paid to bend over and obey. Bend over for the pleasure of another. Bend over to be taken in ecstasy.

It’s not that he enjoys this much. Merely for the money he is doing this. Merely because it’s the only way he can go on living in the okiya he is living in now. At least it’s much better than the whorehouse he used to reside in.

That place was the worst place he ever lived in, but since he was sold to the old woman running it he had no choice but to reside there, being taken by so many men daily he couldn’t count.

Now though he is just out of training to become a geisha, though a very untraditional one he is. The woman who owns the okiya, his okaa-san at first thought that he would be unfit to become a geisha, but after a lot of men started questioning about him and asking who he was, where did he come from, and commenting that they’d really enjoy being seen with him at their parties she decided that for profitable gain it would be worth it.

Usually geisha wear fancy kimonos, but that wouldn’t appeal to his patrons or look very appealing on him so the rules were swayed just this once, just for him. He is happy about this. Very happy he gets to look, as he wants. Look, as he is most comfortable.

Being a geisha involves going to a lot of parties and entertaining a lot of people. Especially at the parties he goes to most. Most of these are just full of men only awaiting his presence in the room so they can ask him to dance with them or sing for them and play the piano to entertain them. He has a gorgeous deep voice they just can’t get enough of.

There was one thing though, the main reason why at first he was not to become a geisha, that he had lost a long time ago in the whorehouse. It is his misuagi, his virginity. Usually that is the highest profiting thing a geisha has and is a sacred thing. Many want to be the one to have taken that away from a geisha and will pay a pretty penny for it.

As sad as that is no one seemed to really care that it had already been taken away for he was checked for infections from the whorehouse and still became one of the highest demanded geisha of Kyoto during that time.

Even so one thing always troubled him. He longed for true love. He longed to have more than a danna, a permanent patron who would own him for as long as the want was present and would pay his debts. The debts he had acquired during his training period at the okiya. That he owned his okaa-san the woman who ran the place.

He had many an offer. Many wanted to be his, all he did not want back. Then suddenly one day, it all changed. It all changed as soon as he entered the doors of his last party as a geisha.

For when he entered through those doors true loves calling finally sang it song and gave him everything he always wanted.


The party it was splendid. It was a very brightly lit room, with flowers painted on the walls. Scented candles were lit and about eight bowls and plates set around the perimeter of a mat placed in the middle of the floor. Then a gong goes off signaling the start of the party supposedly as seven people make their way into the room.

All men they are as usual, but different they are from what he is used to. They are not stuffy businessmen here on a business trip looking to have a good time with him. They are more his age, and their looks are more like his, with make-up around the eyes, lipstick on some of their lips. Some even have long hair too and it causes him to become more nervous.

Then one of them is standing beside him suddenly. He has longish two-toned blond and black hair. He smiles.

“Welcome dear Luminor. I have requested you come here to meet us not only to enjoy a nice meal with us but there are four of us in the room who would like to make a proposal. We, especially I have heard your voice and beautiful skills on the piano before and think you would be very fitting as a member of our band. I am very rich and have decided I would love to pay your debts off to your okiya and have you live here a geisha no more. So we shall play you some of our music and relay our offer again after you have heard all we have to offer. Then we shall eat and then you may accompany me on a private stroll through the lovely gardens out back.”

He nods and takes his seat. The other three get up and follow the two-toned haired one to the front of the room. There is a drum set, a guitar, bass, a microphone and a keyboard set up.

They begin to play then and his eyes go wide. They are brilliant, especially the singer. He is handsome in all the right places. So when they finish he stands, bows and nods.

“That was wonderful. I do not think I’ll be good enough, but I can try. I’d very much love to be free of my geisha bindings and live here with you.”

“Then follow me, the food can wait.”

They are strolling through the most beautiful garden he has ever seen. It is magnificent. He cannot stop looking around. Then the other with him stops so that he is leaning against a tree.

“You are very gorgeous Luminor. I would love for you stay here with us so that I in particular can get to know you not just because of our band, because I can’t take my eyes off of you. Here, take this,” Then he slips a beautiful star necklace off of his neck and reaches up to place it on Lumior’s neck. Then he slowly closes the gap between them, pressing Luminor tighter against the tree and gives him his very first real romantic kiss.

Now this is love or at least it might become so he thinks to himself as he deepens the kiss and finally enjoys his first taste of freedom.