Try being a classic, demure yamato nadeshiko.

You decide to trust the NPA and try being demure like a good Japanese girl. When Yoshida looks your way, you shyly and politely cast your eyes down. Noboru Inoue sits on the other side of Chiaki while Kazuo Kamiya and Masahiro Hiyama sit on either side of Maria. The briefing had said that the last two were blood brothers. The two bodyguards stand to either side of the door they entered through. Yoshida looks at you and smiles. “What is your name, young miss?”

You bow your head. “Yozora Tainaka, if it pleases you, Yoshida-sama.”

“Yozora-chan, is it?” He seems pleased. His gaze switches two Chiaki. “And you?”

“Ch-Chiaki,” she squeaks. “Yo-yoshida-sama.”

“Chiaki-chan.” He turns right back to you which you take to be a good sign. "Take care of me tonight.”

“Of course, Yoshida-sama.” You bow once again.

After Maria introduces herself, Chigusa claps her hands, summoning the waiters. They bring out sake and some light finger foods. You immediately fill Yoshida’s cup and he quaffs it in one go. You fill it again and fill your own cup, though you have no intention of drinking. Luckily, your desires coincide with Chigusa’s in this case. Yozora had gotten screamingly wasted on more than one occasion and she was a mean drunk. Therefore, she was forbidden to drink more than a few sips. On the other hand, you make sure to keep Yoshida’s glass full and keep him drinking. You talk with him, trying to stay on that line of being submissive without seeming unintelligent. It is difficult. Now I understand why geisha had to undergo so much training.

The talk inevitably turns to the politics of United States, always a hot topic in Japan. And likely every other allied nation. Volatility in the United States spelled volatility everywhere. Yoshida asks your opinion on the upcoming election and you freeze. Of course you have opinions on the election but how much would Yozora know? Like most teenagers, she wasn’t that interested in politics but she did pay attention to the news so she could converse in situations like this. You rack your brains for a moment and then say, “I believe Prime Minister Shindoa has given his support to Robert Trippel.” You were proud of yourself for the answer. Agreeing with the Prime Minister was the correct answer for a good Japanese woman.

Yoshida grunts. “Of course Shindoa would endorse him. He hates Tran. I think it's bad news though. Trippel is weak and Tran is divisive. American politics only work with two parties but the smaller parties might make noise this time.”

“I’m sure you are correct, Yoshida-sama.” To tell the truth, you were worried about the same thing. Yoshida was no fool, that was for certain. You gently encourage him drink down another cup of sake and steer the conversation to something less controversial.

Yoshida and his pals continue to drink and eat while the three of you wait on them and Satsuki plays her shamisen. Eventually their appetites for food and sake dwindle and Yoshida gets to his feet. He stumbles a bit but manages to grasp your arm.

“Come along, Yozora-chan.” You obediently get up and follow him. A real geisha might have been able to turn down sex but honestly the girls of the Hoseki House were just fancy prostitutes. You are very pleased that you managed to get him to choose you but now that it is actually happening, you are starting to feel sick and a little scared. Am I actually going to have sex with a man? You take a breath and steel yourself. If that’s what it takes to get the mission done. Yoshida was very unsteady on his feet so you hope that maybe it won’t actually come to that.