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— That’s right, don’t stay too long if you can. My name is Sayuri, thank you for your hospitality. I will try not to cause any more trouble than I already have.

The old man carefully examined Sayuri.
- What can you do? Can you cook, wash, clean?
- Come on, grandpa!
- Be quiet! Is she just going to eat my supplies for free?
- Look at her sword, what kind of housewife is she?
- She’ll just cut bread and sausage with her sword, make me sandwiches.
- Come on, grandpa...
- Oh, you! You’ll pay for everything she eats later.
- Don’t worry, I’ll pay.

Elsilion led Sayuri into a small room. There was a medium-sized bed, a small table, and an old wardrobe.
- You’ll have to sleep with Biarka. Or on the floor. I sleep on the floor, - he said, kicking the bedding lying on the floor with his foot. - By the way, I want to show you something.
The artist rummaged through a pile of papers on the table and found sketches depicting Sayuri in the nude.
- Um, I let my imagination run wild. Do you like it?