The powerful and handsome older man ordered the phone to disconnect and sat down cross legged in his hotel room in the heart of Neo-Tokyo. Breathing deeply, he slowly flexed his well-built body one muscle at a time, emptying his busy mind. The deal was complete. His secretary in Shanghai had just called to confirm his flight back home to United Korea in the morning. Finally, he could relax. He refilled and drained his small sake cup as a knock sounded on the door. Ah yes, the entertainment.
He loved the culture here, and had decided on a most ancient arrangement for the evening. The concierge had been very helpful in locating the special service he required, which was why he always stayed in world class hotels when visiting Nipponia, the new official name of a rearmed and militaristic Japan. He remained seated as she let herself in with a copy of his cardkey. She padded over to him, head lowered, a colorful fan hiding her face, and waited. He laid back on the tatami mat, and gestured for the lovely Geisha to join him.
"Hai," she said and bowed slightly, gracefully sinking to her knees beside him, as she had been taught by her sensei and her sister Geisha. She lowered the fan, and he stared in shock. She was white, American he guessed. He had read about this new fetish of these "Neon Geisha", one apparently now so accepted now that no mention of it was thought necessary by his Yakuza partners. Since the great US Dollar devaluation, many Americans had left their poor country to seek their fortunes elsewhere in the world. He had seen them in the labor gangs in Mongolia and the Antarctic colonies. But he had never given the subject much thought.
Now, here was one of them at his command, and she was lovely, jet black hair and piercing green eyes, high cheekbones, small in stature, and perfectly made up in traditional fashion. Exceptionally beautiful actually. She wore a simple purple orchid in her hair, no jewelry, and was dressed in a tasteful green silk kimono and slippers. She appeared composed and self assured. She searched his face for approval. Well why not, he thought, for he did not believe himself to be a prejudiced man.
