Following his fellow soldiers into the Oiran it was far from his first time in a brothel but it was his first time attending such a high end brothel in the capital city of Kyoto. The night was a reward from the Lord Nobunaga who had arranged for the brothel to be bought out specifically as a spoil of battle for his men to enjoy. The lord had retreated to the upper rooms reserving some of the finest women for himself but he had left word with the owner to treat his men well and ensure his high officers to given their pick of the women.

Ikamai found himself admiring the fine high polished tatami mats, wooden beams and tapestries along with the fresh flowers in large ornate vases and fine furnishings that made up the decor of the high end establishment. A radiating but not oppressive smell of perfume dominated the space as they were escorted to a large dinning room.

The men were encouraged to sit wherever they pleased the room having low tables and high tops with polished bar stools and cushions lining the room. There were large open windows that overlooked the fine cherry blossom gardens and reflecting pool with its red varnished gazebos. Settling at one of the seats near the open window letting the breeze waft in from the cool summer night. He let his kimono hang open slightly revealing much of his finely toned chest his long silver hair pulled back into a high pony tail. Scanning the room he admired the fine foods, drinks and teas being offered as well as eyeing the women who were serving and entertaining the men.

Trying to keep an air of nonchalance he could feel his excitement spike as he took in the sights and sounds. Laughing and cavorting with the other officers he lounged at the table as the courtesans were making their rounds to entertain the various officers. He was prepared to indulge and enjoy himself that night. He had worked hard and he was determined to fully reap the benefits of his hard work.