The fat geisha

Once there was a geisha that was fat and fat, she went from bird to doe to looking like a cat. And entertaining she was playing her instrument of loveliness and beguiling she was in conversation. She sat down to the soldiers and business men. And served tea. And all their adoration was simply about connecting not for wealth or power although powerful she felt. After the wrestling match she tied up her belt. Her obi. Her instrument in tow.

Her hair perfectly quaffed and her eyes so mellow. She returned to her older sister to eat a piece of yellow cake with strawberry filling. She bought herself new milky white rice powder to give herself new feelings. And a new attitude. For she was a powerful geisha. And less to be assumed.

She could have you in a minute. Wrapped around her finger where you would be soon.