Tokyo female publicist

"Sister Pu Song, Nuo, please return my clothes, the rest room is really cold."

Regardless of the warm current that slid through Akina Pusong's body before, let alone her desire to use the dress to cast a spell, Sayuri dressed neatly and took off her clothes, and handed the clothes to her in a few seconds.

Akina Pu Song wanted to refuse, but Sayuri's pure gaze and mother-san's majestic gaze did not give her any chance or leeway to refuse.

Helpless, three thousand tears were shed in my heart, every thread turned into a knife, Pu Songmingna silently gave up the idea of ​​asking Sayuri to eat Kobe Wagyu, and entrusted the clothes to Sayuri with a heavy heart. She just put on Sayuri's clothes, and her own clothes were only worn by Sayuri, why...

It seems that it is acceptable?

After taking the clothes and putting them on, feeling Sayuri's body temperature from her own clothes, Pu Songming was still a little fluttering when she walked out of the lounge.

Well, what should we do now, are we really going to pick up guests with our mother in this kind of clothes?It's not the time to save money, Sayuri wants to open her mouth and say that she will go out and buy one immediately, and her mother-san has already spoken before that.

"Let's think about it, it should still be there, Sayuri, go to the door and get the lock scissors."

I don't know why, but since her mother said so, Sayuri nodded obediently, took out the big lock scissors from behind the door, and followed her mother to the end of the lounge, where there was a cabinet with a small lock on it.

"Clamp it off."

Ordinary girls may scribble on this kind of thing for a while, but Sayuri did a lot of rough work in the past. She cut the lock with two or three quick strokes, took it off and opened the cabinet door, and she looked inside.

In the closet, a dark purple kimono was quietly lying in it, embroidered with daisies on it, and covered with wooden shoes underneath.

"Can you put on the kimono by yourself?"

I can only help people take off their kimonos, thinking, Sayuri shook her head honestly.

Raising her eyes, Mama-san took a deep look at Sayuri and asked her.

"Then do you mind me, an old woman? It's better not to have underwear inside the kimono, of course, it depends on your preference."

After reading countless people, it is only the most basic thing to perceive human psychology from small actions. Just now, I saw the light pink flashing on Sayuri's face when Pu Songmingcai was undressing, and when she saw her flustered and opened a cabinet door, my mother knew what was in front of her. Although the girl is courageous, she is still a young child on the inside, shy about many things.

"It's better to keep the underwear, or I will always feel a little uneasy."

"Only this time."

Most of the old people in the last century have deep feelings for tradition. After hearing Sayuri's words, Mama-san immediately made an agreement with her, only forgiving her this first time.

To be able to wear underwear and put on a kimono in front of her is probably a kind of favor and honor.

Understanding this, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, Sayuri took off her clothes and let her mother Sang decorate them.

"The long undergarment is for a close-fitting shirt. This one is Kansai Shili (sewing method)..."

Because the director was once a very popular oiran, Top day actually retains many relatively old-fashioned and sophisticated rituals and rules.

For the female publicist in the store, it is a compulsory course for beginners to wear kimonos for New Year's Eve, New Year's Day, and other important occasions.

Wearing, mother Sang also explained to Sayuri, she watched the girl turn her body according to her mind, raised her hand, and lowered her head in response to her, she had never helped anyone wear a kimono since she became an oiran, but her heart flashed A touch of satisfaction and joy.

Putting the long undergarment on Sayuri snugly, and wrapping her with a bandage, staring at the girl whose temperament is gradually becoming classic, Mama-san's hand rubbed the cotton padded jacket on her shoulder unconsciously.

Inexplicable, somewhat affectionate.

Of course, it can't be the deep affection for Sayuri, it should be the memory of someone, someone from the past.

Up to here it is still simple, but after that it becomes extremely complicated. The large kimono is in the hands of Mama-san and circles around Sayuri obediently, constantly moving slowly towards the perfect posture. At this moment, Mama Sang's serious expression and demeanor feel the charm and elegance, but she gave up studying halfway.

"Have you learned it?" Mom Sang asked after finishing everything, took two steps back to look at it more, and nodded in satisfaction with her work.

Learning is useless, Sayuri replied in her heart.

From her point of view, there may be twenty or thirty steps to put on this kimono, and this is probably the simplified method of mother Santeri. The steps are for people like her who are exposed to this cumbersome costume for the first time. It is really impossible to learn thoroughly, and it is really a waste of learning.

But it must not be said in this way. Mama-san is her senior, not an elder, so she must be careful to please her when she speaks.

With an apologetic and shy smile, Sayuri obeyed.

"When I go back, I will study it again."

"Ha ha."

Should be satisfied with her answer, Mama-san chuckled softly, and immediately took out a small beef bone comb from the cuff of the kimono, Sayuri saw the scratches all over it sharply, and knew that it must be an old item , can't be said to be as old as Mama Sang.

Holding the cuff with one hand, exposing her wrinkled and yellowed arms, Mama-san raised her hand to comb Sayuri's hair with a very gentle technique, like a lover's caress.

Lover, Sayuri's eyes flickered slightly, and she always felt that her mother was looking at her with nostalgia in her eyes, as if she was thinking about some old friend.

This is a great opportunity to attack.

Immediately, Sayuri realized that this was an excellent opportunity to get close to her mother Sangla, provoking a charming smile, she asked softly.

"Mom-san, do I look good in my clothes?"

Dazed for a moment, Mama-san raised her eyelids, and stroked Sayuri's side cheeks with her bare hands, the corners of her mouth curled up more kindly than ever, especially the touching nostalgia flashed in her eyes.

"It's more beautiful than the first time I wore it."

"!"

The soft and slightly vicissitudes of the times sounded in Sayuri's ears. It seemed to have magic power. From this voice, Sayuri actually felt the moving style. It has the charm of the past.

Being praised by the unexpected words, Sayuri's cheeks were burning hot somehow, and they were covered with a touching cherry pink color, and her heart was in full bloom for a moment.

The old and the young, the Showa and the Heisei, the old oiran and the young oiran, have crossed the era, are implicated by the skirt of the kimono, and feel the most real beauty of each other at the same moment.

"Sigh~"

The red tide receded, and when she saw the somewhat smug look on her mother's face, Sayuri woke up from her trance, took a deep breath, and said to herself.

broken!

How could this be that she was attacked by the old aunt?

Chapter 21. Three Steps to Raid Sakura Girl

The dress has changed into a kimono, and Sayuri's beautiful feet are lucky to no longer have to endure the damage of high heels.

Ben thought lucky in his heart, then took out a band-aid from the regular medicine box in the lounge to stick the wound, put on a silk foot bag, stepped on the wooden shoes and took two steps, after Sayuri froze again, she shook her head helplessly.

Not only the high heels, but also the wooden shoes she can't get used to, the hard touch under her feet, and the rubbing of the hemp rope between the toes made her uncomfortable, but it was much better than the pain.

To comfort myself in this way, there is a large full-length mirror at the entrance of the lounge, and Sayuri walked slowly to shake her posture in front of the mirror.

Clothes look good just by looking at them, because people are beautiful, wearing them will show more three-dimensional beauty.

The bed loops are pure white and the collar is exposed, and the dark purple kimono of the jacket immediately highlights a touch of bright color, drawing people's attention to her slender and fair neck.

Further down, it is embellished with embroidered daisies, and the pure black belt binds the waist like a willow. With a full grip, the good figure covered by the previous dress is instantly revealed, which only adds more doubts to people's hearts——

How can such a slender waist support the fullness of this girl's chest?Does such a perfect, infinitely arousing figure really exist?

It exists, people are right in front of them.

"I'm so beautiful!"

Fascinated by her own beauty, she finally woke up after a long while. Sayuri snorted, raised her face, and put her hands on her hips, so proud that she even wanted to tie Aya Hatatani, Hanyu Hanyu, and Mana Watanabe together.

Well, maybe they can't beat it, whether it's their combined looks or their combined six-hand combo, they can't stand it, it's impossible to stand it.

"Smelly."

Smiling and scolding Sayuri who was being a nympho to her, Mama-san beckoned her to follow.

It's time to pick up guests.

It took a while to change clothes and put on kimonos. When Sayuri and her mother came out of the lounge again, they could clearly hear the sound of playfulness from the hall. The sound of the wine glasses colliding fell in Sayuri's ears, which felt strangely beautiful. , which made her even more excited and looking forward to it.

The night has already begun, but the night that belongs to her has only just begun.

She didn't directly meet the guests. Before that, her mother briefly explained some precautions to Sayuri, then took her to the bar, and poured her a glass of champagne with her own hands.

"It smells good and drinks well."

With a little understanding of champagne, Sayuri first inhaled the fruity aroma of the wine in the glass, and then took a sip to feel the mellow and elegant taste of the wine, the beautiful and harmonious fruity aroma, and the fresh and refreshing taste, which immediately made her feel happier a bit.

It must be somewhat influenced by the female body, Sayuri felt that this slightly sweet wine was more to her taste than white wine and sake.

"Drink it if you have enough alcohol. Alcohol will turn on the switch of public relations. If you develop this habit, every time you encounter alcohol, your articulation will become much sharper, and you will be able to say more embarrassing and embarrassing things that are difficult to open your mouth. Very helpful in receiving guests.”

Apart from the fact that she was really reluctant to spend money on clothes, Sayuri had made sufficient preparations before joining the job. She had made proper arrangements and plans for everything she could consider, including two alcohol tests.

The original owner should have had the habit of drinking alcohol for a long time, but probably drank beer mostly, and because of restraint, the amount of alcohol was actually average.

Vodka and eau-de-vie are either too expensive or too harmful to the body, so I don’t think about it. I only consider the cheap sake in the store with a proof of about 20 degrees. With her current drinking capacity of two bottles, she is completely unconscious. Maomao danced with her all night, so scared that Mirai thought her owner had turned into a dog, and it took a long time before she dared to get close to her again.

However, champagne is usually [-] or [-] degrees, which is relatively low. Sayuri thought that she could drink four or five bottles and still maintain consciousness. After hearing what her mother said, she drank all the wine in the glass three times.

At this time, Mama Sang refilled another glass for her. This glass was not used to help her get into the state, but to be used for socializing later.

"It's started, be smart in front of the guests, don't lose my face and smash my signboard here."

"You know I won't."

Saying promise, Sayuri moved slowly behind her mother Sang, with a big smile on her mouth, showing confidence and flamboyance, always ready to show her best self to the guests.

But soon, she discovered some problems before meeting the guests.

Except for Pu Song Mingcai, the rest of the female publicists looked at her with strange eyes and expressions. Anger, surprise, and joking were all bad emotions, which made people feel hairy.

Following their gaze, Sayuri found that more attention was paid to her body.

Of course, it's not a question of figure, but of clothing.

A locker in the lounge...

I didn’t think about it before, but thinking about it now, all the working female publicists arrived at the store on the second day of opening, but there was still a lock in the lounge that hadn’t been removed, and my mother asked her to use lock scissors to open the lock. Who would the cabinet belong to?

With a thump in her heart, Sayuri immediately leaned close to her mother's ear and asked in a low voice.

"Mom-san, who does this kimono on me belong to?"

"Didn't you already know?"

"Mom-san, you are good or bad."

Who else could it be?Only the personal belongings of Top Day's past oiran, Yui Moritani.

Pushing her to the cusp, and letting her appear in front of everyone wearing Moriya's clothes, Sayuri discovered that her mother Sang Ci's good-natured appearance hides all bad intentions, she is completely pleasant, and the evil taste is simply fully loaded.

"Bad? You know now that it's good."

With a laugh, Mama Sang quickly suppressed her smile and greeted the female guests who had met in the hall.

The customers in the private room are to be seen later. At the beginning, they must meet the guests in the hall first. Let Sayuri get used to it first. If she finds that she is really not alert enough, she will not let the guests in the back meet.

No matter how kind she looks, Mama Sang is a shrewd and practical ruthless person in her heart, and everything tonight is a test for Sayuri.

The guests who entered this place of fireworks naturally came for the young and beautiful female publicists. Mom Sang is an elder and has a certain status. She knows her position and will not try to please the guests like a young man. Just sitting next to the guests and making ordinary greetings, polite and solemn, showing bearing.

And most of the guests were very face-saving, and answered each other gently. In the end, the guests and the host naturally had a good time. They felt that it was almost time to leave, so Mama Sang said.

"It was supposed to be a toast to you, but it's not suitable for old people to touch alcohol, so I invite Haihan."

At this time, Sayuri immediately leaned forward cleverly to clink glasses with the curious guest who had been silently watching her. After nodding, she lightly touched the rim of the wine glass and left. It's so tempting under the ambiguous lights in the store.

The purpose of tonight is just to let the guests know that there is someone like her. Sayuri knows how to behave and doesn't sign up. After Mama-san left the seat, she immediately got up to follow, but turned her head at the end, imprinting a beautiful face in her eyes. In the eyes of the guest, he slightly raised his wine glass, tilted his head cutely and winked playfully.

There was a blush on the guest's face, and he didn't bother to raise his glass to signal, just covered his mouth with his hands and smiled contentedly.

ok, +1 for future guests.

"Ah."

Seeing everything from the corner of her eyes, Mama-san grinned, obviously extremely satisfied.

The next step is still the usual process. After contacting two or three groups of customers in this way, they are very face-saving, and the conversation is smooth, laughing and cheering. It is just that there are customers who give face, and there are customers who do not give face.

"asshole!"

Boom!Placing the wine glass on the table made a loud noise. The grumpy female guest went into a rage when she saw Sayuri, pointing at Sayuri's face and drinking loudly, immediately chilling the noisy hall. All eyes were on this place, and it was extremely quiet for a while.

Although Moritani's dismal exit caused many precious guests to disappear, not everyone will hang on Moritani, and there will always be people who will continue to seek pleasure and seek reception from other public relations, such as the guest in front of you, Yuka Kodai .

It's just that Moritani is too charming as a publicist. No matter which publicist receives her, Yuka Kodai can no longer feel the happiness she once had, and she can't feel the kind of caring and caring person who is loved wholeheartedly. a feeling of.

At this moment, she saw Sayuri following her mother-san, and immediately recognized the formal kimono that Moritani would only wear on festival days.

It's just a handsome guy who dares to show off in Moritani's kimono?Xiaodai Youxiang was furious immediately, and she didn't even care about her mother's face.

"Who are you? How do you deserve to wear Moriya's clothes!"

Hearing Xiao Daiyouxiang's angry shout, Sayuri had the illusion of being caught raped in bed for a while, but since she had already put on other people's clothes, she would continue the stimulation to the end.

First of all, I helped my mother to sit down on the sofa, let her out of the dispute decently, put down the wine glass, straightened up, and attracted everyone's attention to her. Sayuri smiled innocently, but her words shocked everyone. Word.

"Moriya, who is that?"