Makoto couldn't believe her ears. Sure the man was pervert, but the idea of actually being trained under a real master was too much for her to pass up. She'd just have to be careful to lay down some ground rules. Or she could withstand a nbit of lechery--so far he'd been mostly harmless and almost cute. That might have just been his size.

With a gracious smile, she bowed deeply to the old man, revealing even more of that delicious silk fabric and her own luscious breasts. Straightening again, the teen looked at her own menu before nodding, "You're right! I think this occasion calls for sake!"

Of course, she was just going to completely gloss over the fact that she had never even tried alcohol. And was in fact too young to drink.