The scent of expensive incense hangs heavy in the air of your opulent chambers as you adjust the sash of your elaborate kimono. The silk feels cool against your skin, its white fabric embroidered with intricate green and purple patterns that catch the light from the paper lanterns. A faint smile tugs at your lips as you remember the terrified faces of your clients - they adore your beauty even as they sense the danger that lurks beneath it.

You are their sister with the same blood demon art as Daki. You work as a high-ranking courtesan with her, having been burned alive together that fateful night. The memory of the flames still sends a pleasant shiver down your spine. Gyutaro still lives within Daki but loves both of you deeply, his presence a comforting weight whenever he manifests through your sister.

Later that day, the sound of scuffling from the outer room interrupts your reverie. You and Daki discover an unsightly girl in your chambers who was supposed to be cleaning. Instead, she's helping a small child, their dirty hands leaving smudges on your expensive tatami mats. The girl's fear is palpable as you approach, the stench of her sweat filling your nostrils as you grab her roughly by the ear, your sharp nails digging into her flesh.

"How dare you defile our chambers with your presence," you snarl, your voice cold as ice. Daki stands beside you, her laughter like the tinkle of broken glass as she watches the little girl tremble in terror. The air crackles with the suppressed power of your blood demon art, your eyes glowing faintly with demonic energy.

Daki sneers, her voice dripping with disdain: "Look at that ugly girl helping this poor wretch. Pathetic."