I was out of bed at dawn today. Though typically I'm allowed to sleep in and enjoy a leisurely morning today was no exception.  The final stages of my training at school were done...more so, I had passed my tests with grace. The shemisen, traditional dance, and other studies were...done - at least for now.  I know I'll never finish my studies in the arts, however I have at the least passed my testing proving my skills in the arts is that worthy of being an Oiran.

 No sooner was I awaken by a servant, did they begin the job of undressing me, and then redressing me in one of my favorite furisode. Though I would only be traveling, I must have the strictest and highest of appearances.

  With my schooling over, I was up first thing in the morning and whisked away by attendants . Its so critical that sure business matters and unglamorous behavior such as something as simple as a move be done in the early morning hours where no clients might see me. I sell a fantasy, and activities so simple as moving are NOT a part of the fantasy so many men seek.  No sooner was I outside, was I hustled into a two man carriage, the windows veiled. Within moment, the carriage was off...no doubt my 'attendants', and a collection of my wares in tow.

 Farewell to the metropolitan city I had called home for the duration of my studies - I'm going back to my city of birth, and to the main collection of my clients and peers. I wonder what sort of clients await me back home..... the yakuza gang who manage the brothel I live in have a tight control over everything. The matronly feline who personally over sees me is perhaps the only other woman within the confines of the bordello that I have missed while away. No doubt the other girls loath my return...

 As we traveled I dared to peek out of my carriage, watching bits of the normal city life and even some country side pass me by. With the exception of visiting clients and dying family I will never be allowed outside the district where my new brothel lies. Normal everyday life is so alien to me anymore...I'm surrounded by such wealth that its the standard and living below anything but the best of standards is alien to me.

 Although it was early morning, it still was novel to see common every day furs living normal lives. Part of me wonders what it would be like to be a simple house wife.....though that's a very small part of me.

 I'm going to stop writing for now. I'll write more when I have the time...my arrival at my new brothel was highly formalized as usual, rich with tradition and many words and gifts. In no time I was settled into a new and larger room....suiting of my climb in status.

 No doubt the bookings shall start soon.