The Queen’s Cosmetician

"It was my mother who directed me to live as a man. Because if you live as a man, you don't have to be a whore. Back to earlier, when it comes to craftsmanship, if the child of a prostitute is a man, he will also be able to choose his father's position."

The techniques inherited differ between prostitutes and male prostitutes. Except where the father is a male prostitute, in order to make a man born under a geisha a geisha, he must deliberately look for a man's master. In order to save them the hassle, only men in flower streets will be given the opportunity to choose a job.

Even if I was really a man, naturally.

"Your father was a painter."

Heath shrugged.

"To make you choose your position, not a whore...?

"You mean I didn't want you to sell your body?

"Yep.... I just didn't want it to sell my body, not"

Laughed bitterly, Die groaned.

"My father."

Mariaj frowns at this containing phrase.

"... what do you mean?

Where the hell should we start, talking?

It was only a few moments before I went on a tour, looking around at everyone with a strange look on their face. Die began by mentioning her mother.

"My mother was the whore who takes the most customers in the flower streets. Loved by everyone and wanted by everyone. Apart from the nobility, there were numerous visitors from other countries who had crossed a mountain in search of their mother. Many customers wanted my mother as their wife. My mother, the golden egg, of course the flower district didn't want to let go."

Answer no if asked if she is a beauty of the world. The appearance was rather modest, and he was young to stand and behave. He died in the middle of the twentieth. As far as I can remember, she was still a mother like my daughter.

"But while my mother was one of the best floral shapes, she hated selling her body compared to the rest of the geisha anyway. More than anyone else, maybe because they asked for that body. I hear that someone who hits my grandmother, or my mother's mother, died of being raped by a guest, so maybe that's one of the reasons. Whatever it was, my mother hated it very much."

No, that's not all.

In retrospect of her late mother's vain eyes, Die shrugged like a monologue.

"... no. I'm sure my mother hated everything around her as well as the act"

This country, flower streets, people, blood, moves, talent.

Everything.

He grinned bitterly at his silent surroundings, and Die continued his conversation.

"My mother had someone who loved me, too. Just one. … that's my father"

"... your father? He said he was a painter?

Mariage pinches her mouth.

"Yep."

Smiling, Die nodded back at her.

"My father became my mother's guest to paint a picture of a naked woman. I'm sure that's why my father met my mother and didn't treat her like a whore."

As a result, my mother found peace with my father.

"My mother loved my father. Intensely."

Literally, insanely.

She poured on her father the love that was directed at her by others.

But.

My father is dead.

"My father died before I could even sit on my neck. My father knew I had an epidemic, and he walked around looking for medicine. I was saved, but in the end my father died of the disease better. Then... my mother, really, must have loved my father too much. A little, it's gone crazy."

She stopped showing anything in her eyes.

Nothing but my father's phantom.

"Green dark hair, moon eyes, white magnetic skin"

When it was, the colors that shape the dies that Heath matches.

You think back to that time, he smiles slightly. Not long after we met, Heath gave a compliment to Die's appearance if she was a woman. He didn't even really suspect himself to be a man, so he would have been terribly surprised to know the truth.

Die said with a small smile.

"This color is my father's color. As it was from my father, it was a concession. My mother didn't want me to be a whore. The color of my most beloved father is tainted by some stranger by the act of selling his abominable body. Above all, I couldn't forgive you."

"... you mean?

Titianna groans with a stunned look.

"Yep. That's the thing. That's boring."

The reason for the madman's behavior is terribly boring from a sane person. A daughter with her husband's color becomes a whore. I wonder what will tarnish the man I loved. Nothing else, even though he's already dead.

But Die's mother didn't think so. She hated it when her husband defiled her. So to keep it out of anyone's hands, she burned the artifacts of the man she loved. No paintings, no paintings, no merchandise at all. Pray that they, purified by the flames, may be delivered under him, who was summoned to the land of Maboba.

"Maybe that wasn't the only thing that forced my mother to be a man to me, even though she thought it was some sort of punishment. My father died of an epidemic disease because of me."

Die made me sick, and his man lay down on the floor and lost his life, he said.

"That would be different."

Heath slightly reinforced her tone to deny Die's words.

"Your father may have fallen ill without regard to you"

"Right. But Heath, the question is, what did my mother think?"

I'm not talking about possibilities right now.

"My mother hated me for taking my father, albeit indirectly. But at the same time, I think he couldn't help but keep me alive, my father's legacy. My mother worked and worked to raise me and took a lot of customers and died. And he wished for me. At death... don't tarnish my father."

I mean, don't take customers.

Don't go back to the woman.

"... where did it need to be wielded unreasonably by parents like that?

Titianna groaned with a tearful voice. Die smiles.

"I was a child, so I couldn't have chosen. But he was a child, so to the best of his ability, he wanted to fulfill his wishes.... My mother died, and after exactly five years, I can see that things are strange."

But I risked my life. But I wanted to make it happen for you.

Always crying lonely.

Always screaming my father's name out of loneliness.

And never properly, I didn't see this one.

Poor mother.

-... I was wondering if I could get her name for once if I could fulfill her wish.

"Hey, I'm curious"

Mariage, who was keeping silence, raises her hand and pinches her mouth.

"Why did you have to stay a man until after your mother died? Is craftsmanship also a severe penalty for violating it?

"I don't think there was such a harsh punishment."

With an imaginary look on his face, Titianna says.

"There's a difficulty in trying to get a different job from your parents, isn't there? The unions are different. But I guess I should have applied properly for some reason."

"Right. You two are right."

Yes. Strict penalties do not exist for craftsmanship.

As a country.

"But flower streets aren't the only way to do that. I can't accept such an exception for a woman with a whore in her mother who has no physical problems but is not a geisha"

"Why?"

"If there's one exception, it's because the kids who don't want to be whores make a scene, Titty. My mother is not the only one who hates selling her body. It's not like there's no geisha who hates everything for some reason and wants to get out of the flower district."

For example, falling in love like my mother is deadly. It's not often that women react to men other than the one they think about. Don't be like that, the back pays close attention. If a geisha's loved one can pick her up and make her happy. But mostly because on top of getting muddy, geishas become useless themselves.

"If it's such a terrible job, you just have to lose it"

Somewhere frightened, Mariage says away.

"That's not why I'm here."

Heath gave her husband a harsh look.

"This country is a country of geisha. It's not a move. Whores, geisha. The more such two names, the more deeply rooted their society is in this country to form their own. Good quality… may be rude, but the reputation of the geishas in this country is impressive, so much so that some guests are looking for them from other countries"

"... you know more about it, you"

"Well, I'm a man for once, too"

Heath shrugs her shoulders over Mariage's lukewarm gaze. And he went on to say, "You know what?

"I also say that the whores were originally the beginning when this country started putting its finesse on the artistic side"

"What's that got to do with whores and art?

"Dear Mariage, I'm talking about Yu Woman. Yu Woman's."

"Yuna?

Repeating Titianna's words, Mariage reinforces the surprising colors more and more.

"You know there are hot springs springing up in Delligeria, located in the volcanic belt, Dear Mariage"

In a slow tone, Heath began her commentary.

"The lodging town turned into a country, but Yu was about the women who made up Yuji customers, who did the whores' imitations, and provided them with plays and such art for songs, instruments, and dancing."

This is where the women of Flower Street not only sell their bodies, but also entertain their guests through a variety of arts.

"Gradually, those of them who excelled in the arts began to polish their moves, and the moves were handed down without distinction between men and women, leading to the birth of the craftsmen. In other words, the beginning that has come to be called the kingdom of craft, craft of art, is them whores. But the country where the prostitutes gathered, people buying came to sell the women one after the other. So the ruler of the day introduced the craftsmanship system. To get rid of the merchants who come to sell women from other countries."

A system for prostitutes to stipulate that they are also artisans connected by blood muscles and refuse to be bought or sold.

"... with that kind of history, the children of geisha take pride in their pride in their arrogance, their pulsating handed down moves and beauty of being the foundations of the country"

Die took Heath's story.

"And because we have a high level of craftsmanship, we monitor each other to make sure we don't escape."

Let the history you have built and the technology you have inherited be uninterrupted.

Um, from the city of dreamy glossy, beautiful, bottomless, gloomy, lewd nights.

He told me not to let any of you escape.

Die said with a laugh at himself.

"A whore's job is hard. Compared to whores in other countries, customers say it's a difference between cloud mud, because it doesn't change selling your body. There are also a lot of kids who wish to quit. If you're young kids, especially if you just got up from an apprenticeship. I can't believe you're a woman, but you have a mother as a whore, and you're not a geisha. You can't be forgiven for being out of that town. If there is one exception, there will be noise caused by the daughters who do not want to be whores"

Die was a risk factor that could crumble a small floral society.

"After my mother died, there were three paths left for me. Do you go back to being a woman and become a whore, leave the flower streets, or live as a man?... I was a child, and it was impossible to leave the flower streets and live alone. But I couldn't even be a whore. When my mother died, I was ten. It's the year an early child would have taken his first customer. But I did not possess the knowledge or anything that a whore's daughter would already know. I couldn't take customers right away, and no other whore would pass on moves or knowledge other than my own. To give the relationship with the customer to his own child whenever possible. I can't be a whore - then I had to fake my gender and live in a corner of the flower district until I was a certain age."

"But falsifying gender is not easy."

Heath points out in a harsh voice. Absolutely, you're right.

Heath's hand, Die recalled. The older you get, the more skeletons and sizes everything appears as gender differences, like that.

"… Hope is, five or six years. But the first prediction is, two years. Asma... I know what's going on, she's my mother's best friend, but she said she'd have to leave the florist in a year if she was bad."

When my mother died, my body had already begun secondary sexual traits. On the stairs to the woman, he hung his legs.

Clothes, tricks and expressions. It was also a matter of time before I could be deluded by those things.

but.

"... No way"

Think back to the fold of dressing at the Gertrude family, the body of the die you witnessed, or Mariage makes your lips battle.

"Your body."

"Yes, Master Mariage."

Die nodded deeply before being told to everyone.

"... maybe he made a wish to stay in the flower district for a little while longer. No. At that time, I wanted to earnestly fulfill my mother's wish to live as a man. So my body stopped growing the day my mother died."

When did you realize you weren't growing tall?

All the other young daughters grow up slowly. But Die's body never showed signs of growth. No muscles, no fat, no puffiness in the chest, no halfway through, no sign of a moon disorder coming.

"Asma knew everything...?

Die, of course, returned to Heath, who asked him how he could not hide the upset.

"It's not just Asma. Some of the whores who knew my mother, the geishas who were in the Asma Hall, know me. The very young kids of the year, I don't know."

"Were they lying? You said you were a man."

"No.... do you remember Heath. They treat me like a man, and just like they do to their guests, they invite me to joke, but they don't say I'm a man by myself. He, he didn't even call me. Is it a line of defense in case a customer finds out about me? -... you took the liberty of making a mistake.... Heath, just as you saw how they treated me and mistake me for a man"

Heath clouds her face at Die's pointing. Perhaps he is ashamed of himself, who has been deceived by the whores.

"I don't even know what Heath said."

Closed his lid, Die muttered in retrospect of the women of the flower street.

"I've always thought too. It doesn't change that those people are plotting someone else about me. Those people are sweet. You shut up about everything to protect me."

In a way, Heath is right. They were lying. He kept lying to me.

Not by words, but by attitude.

"Dear Mariage,"

Mariage, abruptly pointed at the spearhead of the story, shakes her shoulders in horror. Die continued with a bitter smile.

"You said that I moved here even though I wasn't dissatisfied with my original workplace, not because I wanted to give my name as a makeup artist with a queen, but because I was originally looking for a new workplace. That's why. Five years have passed since my mother died, and the makeup that was an indelible gesture at first became quite so. This body stopped time and took the boy's tricks naturally, but somehow, I don't even know when I'm going to be a spark in the flower district. I couldn't have been sweet. I had to leave the flower district."

I loved it. Asma like her mother, bright geishas, and the backs of the flower streets working with the die.

But I couldn't live in that city. There may have been a way to live, but I didn't think of it.

Die lay his eyes down and closed everything.

"This is it, all of it"