There were seven men in total invited into the spider's web woven by Alastor and myself. To be honest, I couldn't recall anything specific about the party after Alastor and I spoke. My nerves were so strung out I couldn't think straight beyond what I had to do.
As the last guest, save those coming to dinner, was waved off by geisha, I made my way inside to the largest room in my teahouse. The men had not arrived yet, giving me a chance to look over the table. Everything was as it should be.
Several geisha showed the men in. I bowed and thanked them for coming, expressing how honored I was that they were considering becoming patrons at my humble teahouse. This, of course, inflated their egos. Part of me understood Alastor's malice as I watched them puff up with importance.
I watched over the dinner as it started, excusing the geisha to attend other parties. This was the final party in my teahouse for the evening, for obvious reasons. I let the men get comfortable before going to the door and bowing to them.
"Gentlemen," I said in a respectful tone, "I have an honored patron I would like to introduce you to."
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Where the Cherry Blossoms Bloom | An Alastor x Reader Lemon Series
RomanceLife in a Japanese teahouse can become predictable. The same men, the same drinking games, the same geisha, night after night. So when a new guest arrives, your life seemingly begins to bloom, like the petals of a cherry blossom. From the creator of...
