The woman's dainty hands cradled the delicate china cup as she thought of where to start. "Geisha are more than just entertainers. They are judged as moving works of artistry and grace. Even when not entertaining, you should always be feminine, well presented, flawless. Your every step becomes part of a dance. Your every word, a song you sing. Your gestures meant to entrance and delight." Her words were patient, softly spoken.
"My kimono, I have dozens, are only a part of the wardrobe I would teach you to adopt. You must remember. A true geisha does not barter in flesh. We are better than monkeys. Cover your feet. I will give you the proper footwear while you are inside the house. I will begin training you to wear the correct shoes.
This training will change the way you move, the way that you bow, sit, walk, talk, eat, drink or turn. You'll learn more of the arts, drawing, painting, singing, dancing. Fans for their beauty or their deadly use. It will be painful. It will be a long process. But it is worth it for the skills, in the end." The ever youthful priestess looked at the younger girl, and tilted her head, as if waiting for more curiosity.