Sakura loved buying new robes. Seeing the new intricate patterns that they'd come up with, cherry blossoms made of the finest silk. To her, they were works of art that she could wear, especially when the fabrics were fine and comfortable, Though it did irk her to know that her movement was so restriced. She was lucky enough to be in Bejing, where upon was the finest tailor of kimonos and all other kinds of high class dress that was loved by the kingdom of the heavens.

She walked in, with the desire to, at the very least, see some of the sample fabrics. Maybe perhaps she could buy a new kimono as well. Her favourite one, the light blue one with crysanthremums, had blood over it, and blood never came out, not properly. She ordered her guard to wait for her outside the shop, going in and greeting politely but coldly the proprietor, "Kwong-san," And inclined her head in a small bow. He bowed instantly, a little nervous. She was well known around the shop keepers as being the daughter of the Honda Clan, though obviously, it was not proven, it was all word of mouth. "Show me what new fabrics you have in." She said.

He nodded and brought her to a case, where the fabric sambles were kept. She looked at them through the glass, admiring the beautiful new patterns that they had come up with. They seemed to get just more intricate. She opened the case to admire a particular one, and perhaps order a kimono, try on a few styles.

Suddenly, someone knocked in to her side when she was very much not expecting it, meaning she carrened off in to the cabinet she was looking at. Luckily, she was light on her feet and had quick reflexes, so she didn't topple the whole cabinet, but she did get her stomach jabbed in to the display cabinet. She whipped around quickly, to see who had bumped in to her. There was a woman around her age, maybe a little younger, standing there, bowing.

For a split second, Sakura surveyed her. She was neat and had fine clothes, so she was more likely a nobleman than a servant. He saw the royal insignia around her neck, and she wore the same clothes as the consorts to the king were given. She could bow, apologise, and never speak to the woman agan. Or, hmm, yes, she could make friends. Having a way in to the palace, an in with the emperor might be useful. She wouldn't have to go as Honda, princess of the yakuza. No, just an innocent noble woman.

"Ah!" She said, though her stomach didn't really hurt, putting a hand on it. "I-I am sorry, miss." She bowed low, tears in the corners of her eyes, "You're okay, aren't you?"

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