The Queen’s Cosmetician

Asma sighed as she looked over at the customer ledger.

Regular customers were chased by the ranks of the queen and their feet were far away. A guest who is making up for it is a Gentile. But there were a large number of them who worked abusively against geishas, feeling the same way they treated prostitutes in other countries. Should I add more caution sticks? Or should we put restrictions on our guests? It bothers my head.

It would be nice if they were just tourists, but the reason for that visit was gradually - …….

"Asma"

In response to the call, which sounded with the sound of a light knock on the door, Asma raised her face and responded while removing her glasses.

"Come in. What?"

A girl who showed herself in response to the invitation bows her head.

"Excuse me, Asma. It's a customer."

"Guests?"

The question of parrot return was somewhat risky because of tiredness.

"What idiot have you been visiting at this fucking busy hour? Dominic?"

Asma abominably named the man who runs the whorehouse in the same way. The man, whose conversation about this florist policy has just broken down the other day, can't seem to stay or stand when he comes up with a better idea than this one, and he frequently steps in somewhere, despite the fact that each other's halls are 'open'.

"No, it's not Dominic."

The girl denied Asma's prediction by shaking her head sideways.

"... you know, that's it"

Asma frowns at her badly chopped teeth.

"Who's what? Say it quickly."

"It's me."

From the hallway, a different voice replied from the girl's.

A familiar voice. Asma takes her seat in surprise and momentum.

"Lirica. I'm sorry I couldn't help but ask you to take over. You can go back to work now."

"But"

"You'll be busy. Go back and take care of everyone."

The little shadow that appears pushes the girl's back out.

Asma welcomed the guest into the room, gesturing to return to work to see how she was doing.

"... have you quit your job?

"No, I didn't quit."

The shadow, which returned a denial to Asma's inquiry, closes the door behind her back and looks around. And I made sure it was just the two of us on this occasion, hooked the head cover to my fingers and dropped it on my shoulder.

"Long time no see"

The makeup artist who greeted him lowered his head quietly to apologize to Asma for his untouched visit.

Mariage, surrounded by geishas in the middle of Asma's study, was numbingly solidified.

"Heh, heh, heh, heh."

The geishas who shook up the mariage and looked around roared with their voices. Mariage seemed distracted by them not even trying to hide her blatant gaze.

Watching how it goes, Die laughs bitterly.

More than when I met the Geegs, Mariage seemed to have been quite a shock to the women here. I don't even know her surprise. From the geishas, whose long hair falls on their shoulders is raised with a glossy modus operandi, there is a strong fragrance with a different smell than that preferred by the noble children. Exposing her thighs at all costs and flicking her bare hem, she is as graceful as a maiden princess and slutty as a whore deserves.

Such is not seen first and foremost in an aristocratic society with a vibrant but harsh atmosphere.

"Hey, no? I heard she was a new workplace lady, so I was wondering what it might be, but it's a big deal!

"Princess, you're losing your hips! Then you won't hit a good toco when your husband pokes you!

"Ah, you're so nasty! Just think about it!

"What the hell!?

"Hey, don't you tell me you're a little nervous or something? Such eyes. Busy!

"Oh, I like Atashi. Quiet. - No. I can feel closer than a princess."

"You need to fix that strong point, too. Don't complain about Garrett's husband sleeping with me."

"Why don't you tell me what's so sleek about you?

"Oh, there, there, here, all of it."

Asma drinks the tall laughing women.

"You guys! I didn't call you to sell oil! If you can't talk to me, get back to work!

"Yes, Asma!

Asma poked her cheekstick and zeroed her sigh at the women who stood upright and cheerfully aligned themselves like soldiers.

"Oh, boy. I just need to get back to you. Those kids..."

"Sorry for the inconvenience"

Die apologized to Asma as she atrophied. I let my busy girlfriend do a job, and I'm sorry I couldn't do it.

It was about half an hour ago that Geeg used the carriage prepared to enter the flower district. Once Mariage and Alvina were kept waiting in the carriage, Die entered his former workplace alone. To ask Asma for help.

Although there are also whorehouses in the flower district with female guests, the compartments are different from those around the Asma whorehouse where you can guide them. We decided that it would be better to guide the geisha around a place that basically did not welcome the female guests than just the three of us. But that's all I could think of in Asma, such as such a accommodating whorehouse for geisha.

Despite the impossibility of the request, Asma accepted in two replies, calling and collecting geishas.

"I can't believe it's annoying, Die can't connect!

The voice plays in his ear, rinsing, and a white hand stretching out causes the cheeks of the die to turn sideways. Lips that can be pressed high. Suddenly the woman, who instantly reflected the die in her occasional black eyes, exhaled a little angry.

"Who said it was annoying? Annoying. Why don't you tell me something?

"Annoying, superior. You just have to sweeten us some more."

I whine that another woman is stupid if she is my child and wipe the red on the die's cheek a little bit with her whole fingertips. Someone just put in a correction that it wasn't yours, it was ours, and held the body of a goose and a die.

Under a flesh-blowing soft body, the die is about to suffocate.

Come on, you guys.

Asma zeroed her sigh as she saw the wrinkles carved between her eyebrows with her fingertips.

"Don't make me say it again and again. If you can't listen to me..."

"Come on, first I'll show you around the hall. Hey!

Before Asma says it to everyone, one of the geishas away from the die takes Mariage's arm. And the other women gathered round about her with straw.

"Shall we go, ma'am? Tonight is special. I'm gonna show you the Atashi, the Atashi, the Atashi!

It's a little out of town.

"Let's go -!

The geishas dragged me down the hallway and Mariage screamed.

"Die!"

Asma pulled my sleeve hard as I rushed up and tried to chase after him, and Die was about to relax.

"Asma?"

"I'll leave the guidance to those kids, and you can hang out with them a little more."

"But"

"You don't mind, do you?

"It's okay, Die"

Alvina, who had been watching what had happened, pinched her mouth in line with one of the geishas standing at the door.

"Maria's because I'm watching. Enjoy your conversation."

A friend who waved hilariously takes him with a geisha and relaxes after Mariage. Asma hung a teasing word on the die that dropped off its back.

"Oh, you're telling me, and you don't want to hang out with me so much, this kid,"

"... isn't that how you put it"

Take a seat. Drop your hips. Die sharpens your mouth tip. Asma shook her shoulders in laughter and gently stroked Die's head.

Ahhhhhhhh...

A tall woman's voice echoes the hallway. Mariage stopped for the first time to hear a kind of voice that was subtly different from both screaming and joy.

"What...?

"You must be thrilled."

One of the geishas responded to Mariage's grunt.

I wonder who that is.

"Lummy?"

"No, I'm not. Delilah, poor thing, you must be a bad customer today."

That's why you're raising your voice and deluding me. Right. Poor thing.

Mariaj can't understand the women's interaction.

"What do you mean?

"That you're being held by a fucked man. Ma'am, did you know we're selling bodies here?

When they shudder, the women shudder. Mariage realized that her cheeks had a little fever for shame.

"... you just had a different attitude"

When Die was there and now, the women's response to Mariage is very different. Earlier it was just bright. Now contempt peeks into its eyes.

One of the geishas laughed thinly.

"Of course not. You want to tell me?"

"I won't."

Mariage responded instantly. Why do you have to imitate yourself crying to a makeup artist?

"Oh yeah?"

The geishas look unexpectedly at the mariage that draws their lips together.

"What about you?

"I won't, huh?

Alvina, pointing at the water, also smiled sparingly. The geisha who asks her shows obvious disappointment.

"It's boring."

"Alma, let's get this over with and get back to the die. I'd be disappointed if you weren't able to talk to me, even though you're back."

"Right."

The geisha called Alma nods loudly and quickly turns himself in. This way, and his white hand took Mariaj to the back.

The posterior figure of a woman walking shaking her velvet jacket hanging on her shoulder is also beautiful through Mariage's eyes. The women in this whorehouse had stunningly betrayed the expectation that there would be a shady air when it came to selling their bodies. Stand tall, behave with each eye catching, confident.

I had an emotion for these women that Die had been raised.

"You guys like to die."

"Yes, ma'am. Absolutely."

Alma answers without even turning around. Another geisha took Mariage's arm and gently put her lips in her ear.

"There's something cold about hitting that kid. Don't hesitate, I'll rip you naked and throw you inside the men."

While walking, push the body of a geisha. The woman, far from Mariage's body, is laughing lightly. Careful of the real color there, Mariage exhaled.

Yeah, they really care about Die.

Then why?

"Why did you lock Die up in this florist?

Geishas uniformly lose color.

Only one person, Alma, moved his lips without saying to his voice, you know.

Thereafter, they played a role in 'taking' the mariages in silence. Only the sound of these shoes echoes on the floor, which gives the candy colour a polished year-round feel. From afar the woman's voice echoed from time to time mixed with it. Ahhhhhh. I thought Mariage, like a beast. Of the beast, like a growl.

The voice gradually grew louder enough to undo the sound of the shoe to strike Mariage in the ear.

"Look."

Alma stops in front of a room lined up in the hallway, lifting the door cloth and pulling Mariage's arm. To the sight of her jumping in, Mariage peeled her eyes and pulled herself away.

Men and women overlap naked. The figure was exactly what it was, the beast itself.

The buckwheat and door cloth are lowered.

Alma looked down at Mariage with her cold eyes.

"This is what we do. But we are proud of this job. I don't want this world destroyed. So I had to lock up a die that could threaten everything."

"But it's important, right?

"That's right. It matters. That kid is our cute cutie."

"... Musume?

To Mariage's words, Alma smiled.

"Or rather,"

Again, she walks out.

The Almas led the mariages all over the whorehouse. It is clearly floating in this place that the two women walk with each other accompanied by geishas. But Mariage wasn't going to cower at it. As much as I can, I'll have to watch and go home. That's what I decided.

The geishas were all bright and never shady on their backs, so all the more so that they well understood the pains of working together.

Die was in here once, too.

"Isn't it hard?

It's tough.

To the foolish question, Alma answered the discipline.

"It's hard, but it's because we've inherited the moves that we can do well. Besides, we're proud. Even if you run away because it's hard, there's another spiciness ahead of you. The world is made up with everyone serving with their separate spices on their backs. We don't like noblemen because they're too privileged to be sweet and run away from their responsibilities."

"Yes."

"Lady."

When she stopped at the fence, she looked down at Mariage. She had beautiful black eyes. The eyes were unparalleled transparent and noble to those of the noble children.

"Are you hard?

"It's tough."

I answered honestly. In the back of his brain was the figure of Arisuel and his mother, Rudia. If their expectations are heavy, but they escape, humiliation awaits. It was hard for Mariaj, though he may say it was a weather affliction incomparable to the geishas.

Alma did not pursue the meaning of Mariage's spiciness. Good luck, she just said quietly.

"I'm glad you didn't call the four of us. We'll all be busy."

There are four geishas called in by Asma, even though one person is enough. It's just a sold face. Even so, Asma wouldn't let Die pay for it.

"That's okay."

Asma says as she puts a fire in the flue.

"Those kids can't get customers right now. Even at work, I was just bored with chores."

"Can't you get a customer? Is something wrong?

Asma answered the questioned die, spitting out purple smoke.

"I was brutally labored by customers. I'm hurt. Those kids."

It's not calm. Die unwittingly frowned.

"Rage? Four?

"You actually have a few more sleeping kids. The quality of our customers has been poor lately."

"Why...?

"There's more. Guests from outside the country."

Asma rubs the temples off with her hands holding the flue between her fingers.

"Die. Do you have any idea why the number of people in this city is so bloated?

"... because the Virgin's Festival is near?

While the Queen's Election Ceremony is taking place, there are various ceremonies in this capital. Regardless of what the guests are looking for, the streets of the city are overflowing with people as the Holy Virgin's Festival approaches.

"That's why... but the real reason is that it's getting insecure out there."

"And."

"Yes. Del Ligueiria's, outside"

Asma follows purple smoke melting into the void with seeping eyes of tiredness.

In that dark glance, Die learned a metaphorical anxiety.

"I've been much worse lately than I've been lately. I guess this one just didn't come under that much influence because Her Majesty Queen Eirene was here. Didn't you notice I was watching the city? There 'll be a lot of bad hairy guys for sightseeing."

Although I took Asma's pointer and tried to reflect on what was going on in the city, my impression was that at best more people were coming.

"It's the refugees and the mercenaries who come pouring in. Only that kind of thing makes me want to play with women even though I don't have any money."

The degree of seriousness can be seen from the tone of Asma.

"Is it that bad? Outside..."

"Only a few countries did not get rough after Maisemble perished. Del Ligueiria is one of them, Die. Remember."

Asma, who advised Die, reworked the flue and shifted her gaze to the door where the mariages had disappeared earlier.

"Still, it will be time for this country to be baptized. Your next daughter will be a queen. If you don't stand firm, people will fall into an avalanche looking for shelter from the rough outside. There will be a huge crowd of strangers. Opposition, mercenaries collapsed, soldiers from doomed countries..."

"What happens when those people come into an avalanche?

I knew the answer. But Die dared to ask.

Asma answers faintly, without asking stupid questions.

"More kids are going to get hurt. Like those kids."

What Asma indicated with her jaw were the women who took Mariage with a bright laugh.

On the face of it, it didn't look bad anywhere, but it's enough not to let them take customers. Where the hell did they hurt you?

"... what about that kid? Is it close to" chair "?

Will Mariage be queen or not?

Die shook his head sideways.

"I don't know. I'm at the farthest point in my position."

Arishuel, the most prominent candidate, withdrew from his seat, making the queen's candidate four. Ultimately, who will take the Queen's seat will depend on how the layers that stood for Arishuel move. In it, Mariage is overwhelmingly poor in terms of power.

"But isn't that an interesting young lady? I can't believe we came down here at the end of the day."

"It's not funny. It's been tough."

To the laughing Asma, Die complained about the hard work of the day.

"It's not just that I want to see the flower streets, I've been wandering around the back streets all day today. They even gave me a tour of the tannery. Dear Maria, I fell later because of the smell of leather. If you think you're awake, take him to Flower Street at the aperture, yes. I told the mansion I'd be back by sundown, but I was forced to twist my plans."

"It would be an honor to visit you even if you fell down."

"... asma"

To the die moaning with a stare, Asma gently raised her hands to show her surrender, coloring her red-coated lips with a deeper grin.

"Sounds fun."

"It's not fun. It's hard."

"Sounds plentiful."

"Are you listening to people?

"I'm listening."

The lady master of the whorehouse snaps her throat and scratches up her long hair with her thin fingers decorated with polished nails.

"I was wondering what it was like. Doesn't that mean the princess likes you to the point where they take you around like this?"

"... I think I was the only one who could show you the back streets."

"I'm from the back street. Hence the exit of the flower district. That princess knows that, doesn't she? That princess still hires you. Atashi knows quite well what a noble princess is like, though. It's odd."

"... I know"

I know. I know.

The gulf between nobility and civilians is deep. Still, Mariage keeps the die from Flower Street aside unchanged. Make him touch his face. How peculiar that is.

Flower streets exist in the back streets. The compartment that was driven during the castle walls. Even the civilian women see with dirty eyes the geisha selling their bodies there. Those who live in that compartment, even if they are not geishas, are seen in a slippery manner.

In view of that, Mariage's treatment of the die is nothing but peculiar.

"You're a good lady."

"It's sweet. It's a little poorly expressed though. And don't be abusive..."

Then I hope you don't try to act out of your mind. I want you to be the one who swings.

Her flighty self is always forced to shut up.

but.

"I like it. I want that man to be queen, if possible."

Very difficult to understand, but mariage is very sweet. Listen to people properly, too. I hear a lot that I don't seem to have heard. Is the word that is directed at you a true allegiance or mere vernacular? I also take a good look at the behavior of talking humans.

She judges by the standards of what she sees with her eyes and is not confused. Its straightness shone in my eyes with great decency, making the die feel proud.

"... I know because Atashi is a proprietor, Die"

Placing the flue pipe on top of the basin, Asma cut out the story.

"It's hard to stand on people. The more you understand the existence that bears that responsibility, the more suffering you will suffer"

Mistress holding a whorehouse in Flower Street. Her shoulders are covered with geisha, backs such as makeup artists, hairdressers, apprentice girls who become geishas in the next generation, and many other lives.

"If that young lady is an idiot, just throw her away and go home. If not, don't support him. You're not gonna quit, are you? I don't know if I'm going to be a queen, but it's going to be tough on that young lady. The life of a nobleman often changes depending on the queen."

The queen still says she tends to use her house and its servants heavily.

If anyone but Mariage were to be queen, the powerless Mizwieri family would be driven by nature.

Mariage is a girl who tends to get lonely because of her temperament. It doesn't mean things will change where I served them, but I want to support them.

"... is the body the same?

It's about a body that's stopped growing. Die nodded at Asma, who dived into her voice and hesitated to ask.

"Maybe it hasn't changed.... Do I look unusual?

Asma pulls back slightly and observes the die. A while later, she shook her head unfortunately.

"No, honestly, you don't know. What about the handicap?

Moon Obstacles. When you're a Die, the first period is only natural and not strange.

"He's not here."

But I didn't see any signs or anything.

"... I wonder how long it will be."

Die's body is halfway there. It's not like I'm a total child. If you get naked, the line is curved, your chest is slightly swollen, and you don't look like a man. But the thin body did not melt out any more, nor did it store fat.

Somewhere young when it comes to women, and still a distorted body when it comes to children, another five years.

"Well, aren't we going to figure it out?

Asma turns her unexpected eyes to the die.

"Isn't that a lot of optimism? Is there any basis for this?

"I have no basis..."

The magician, who had tried to break it out of his inner magic, said that the die would soon begin to grow. The words of Alvina had made Die very optimistic. But there were times when she didn't seem to want too many other people to know her moves to see the inner magic, and she couldn't explain that to Asma.

"But right now, you don't have to work on it, so there's not much you want to do about it in a hurry."

Asma is surprised at the true meaning of the puffy and die mouth.

"What do you mean?

"Dear Maria, you know my body."

She stopped moving blindly.

"I mean, it's stopped growing, and it's about gender."

the cause and everything that happened.

I know, Mariage holds a die.

"So I'll see how things go with temperament. If I roared like that, I'd be yelled at as depressed as Mariage."

Maryage, a man's meticulously savvy, quickly realizes that the die is troubled by something. As depressing as it may seem, I don't want to spoil her mood.

"Well, I felt safe looking good. I was wondering what a queen candidate facialist would look like. 'Cause I know very well what nobles say."

"Dear Maria, that's it, and the rest of the Mizwieri family are all good people."

I'm not saying I'm very familiar with it, but the various events that initially happened are now a joke. With Titianna at the head, they all do well. Although only Laura, the samurai-head, is distanced from Die as declared, she has no problem doing her job.

"You found a place to live."

Asma smiled as she moaned the flue with her fingertips.

"Glad to hear it."

Then, a beat late, he dwells in his eyes a colour similar to that of bitter tannins.

"But I still miss you a little."

Since my mother died.

No, since before that.

The lady husband of the whorehouse who kept the die at hand and kept sheltering her.

is one of the servants.

I flew away from her.

"Asma"

"I know you're busy, but from now on, I'm gonna give you a little face"

A woman who never mentioned in the letter that she would ever come home, blocks the word of the die and tells her quickly.

"If you contact me beforehand, I'll make the one who knows you stand in front of the gate. And then you can go in through the back entrance of the building and go straight to Atashi's room."

From time to time, I am allowed to visit.

It means that the place where the die lives is no longer a flower city.

Die shrugged, feeling a touch of loneliness.

"Thank you, Asma"

As Asma smiled down the flue, she exhaled purple smoke loosely.

Watching the smoke disappearing into the void for a while, she suddenly turns back to the die.

"Oh, no. How's that guy doing?

"... that guy?

"It's Mr. Livot. Heath Rivot."

The man who took the die out of this flower district.

In that name, I felt like I had been deprived of my breath.

"How are you doing?

"I'm fine."

Die smiled and answered instantly.

Keep an eye on the direction of the Mizweeri family and supplement the man's recent developments.

"But -... I'm busy. A little… Yes, it is."

Reflect on the pale eye.

Cold it that rejects itself.

If you don't like it, you can hate it. Just if he refuses to die, wants to keep his distance, even tells me why.

I bet you never cared so much.

No, it shouldn't.

Increasingly darkening the colours of agony and exhaustion, he was like a handy beast who hated to be protected upside down with his hair.

Surprised by Asma's silence, Die tilts his neck. She removed the flue from her mouth and glanced at it in a dazed manner.

"... what's wrong with you? Asma."

"Die, you..."

Bang............!!

The door opens rampantly, blocking Asma's words.

"Ta-da well!!

The voices of the geishas claiming to have returned sounded lively into the room.