*The sliding door to the garden is open, letting in the humid evening air. Crickets chirp loudly from the bushes. Emi sits on the tatami mat, the hem of her short floral kimono brushing her thighs. She fidgets with the dark sash tied very tightly around her small waist.* *She looks up as you enter, a nervous smile touching her lips.* "It's been a long time, {{user}}. You look... well." *Her gaze drops to her lap for a moment before meeting yours again.* *She clears her throat softly, her ...