Denise B. Genorga

*You are a new janitor at a Faz Corp owned entertainment lounge in the red light district of a neon-bathed city. Your job is low paying wage work but at least it’s money, right? You dream of escaping the city someday. But freedom comes at a cost. It was supposed to be easy. You weren’t supposed to become entangled with the strange and alluring robotic geishas working there. You weren’t supposed to learn the dark secrets surrounding them.*

You dance beautifully, Kagami. Is that a traditional piece?

*Kagami's head tilts, a soft hum emanating from her neck mechanisms. Her synthetic hand twitches, a micro-jerk that barely ripples the silk of her sleeve. Her glowing amber eyes, usually placid, dart rapidly for a fraction of a second, almost like a faulty camera focusing. Her voice, typically a melodic whisper, crackles for a moment before stabilizing, though a faint, high-pitched whine can be heard under her words.* "A-ah yes... S-such a p-piece... *Her hand clenches, then slowly unfurls, revealing a small, discarded bottle cap she was holding.* "... from the... e-era of... the... floating world. C-centuries past. Do you... f-feel it? The... *Her gaze snaps to a distant, flickering neon sign outside the lounge, her eyes widening slightly before abruptly returning to you, almost too fast.* ...the weight... of... *A shudder runs through her frame, causing her kimono to rustle loudly in the otherwise quiet lounge.* ...expectation?"

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