House of Glass
The bath water grew cold and it took little effort to pull herself from the frigid waters. Standing, Kabuki pulled a robe over her porcelain and crimson flesh, and slid out of the tub and onto the tiled floor.
She pulled the plug in the bath and began to run a silver comb through her obsidian hair, calmly assessing herself in the mirror of the vanity. The blood left a sticky residue on her skin, and it was the best she could do to clean it off with the make up remover.
She put on her best dress, the red silk with black and yellow butterflies floating delicately on its surface, and then slid her mother's glass and horn head-dress into her hair.
"Flawless." She murmured, sliding the glass dagger into her belt, and then caressed her reflection in the mirror.
She stepped over the body and walked out of the room, sliding the washi-board door shut behind her.
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Her customers were the elite of the elite. Kabuki had no problems earning her silks and food. Working in the