Yong Ping Tianrui Host Club

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Tianrui Host Club

 

⊹ 天瑞会館 ⊹

 

OOC : EPILEPSY WARNING. Open the spoilers at your own risk.

 

Welcome to the Tianrui  Kaikan~

No matter the day or hour, you can find us at our club in the heart of Yong Ping. 

 

With members from all over the world, we have a unique and varied gathering every night. 

 

We offer private rooms for friendly conversation as well as large tables where patrons may enjoy lively conversations with many other guests. Our chefs prepare exquisite dishes using only the freshest ingredients. A variety of wines and spirits are available. 

 

If you don't see what you're looking for on the menu, feel free to ask your waitress—we will do everything we can to make sure that you leave satisfied.

 

We hope you'll join us soon!

 

(Address: Tianrui 28)

 

❖ ☯ ❖

 

Just Imagine.

 

A number of people gathered around the host club's entrance were being led into the building by a group of girls wearing maid costumes. 

 

The club was located in a very conspicuous spot down a street bustling with pedestrians. It had a signboard bearing its name and address, which could easily be seen from across the road. The girls guiding the customers to their seats all wore long aprons, so they were obviously members of the staff.

 

As the last customer went inside, the door was closed and locked behind him. The butlers and maids took off their aprons and put them away in a cabinet before appearing in several pairs of kimonos. 

 

 

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One pair took one of the large tatami mats on the floor, while another pair brought out two small teacups and placed them on the table. These teacups looked like miniature versions of the ones used during a tea ceremony. They had been carefully polished until they sparkled.

 

Then, without any further ado, the butler poured the first cup of green tea. He then handed it to the guest on a bamboo tray.

 

"Please drink," he said, bowing slightly. The courteous butler would dip their head in an exquisite fashion as they waited for the customer to partake in the refreshing cup of tea.

 

 

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The customer raised their head and smiled, drinking the liquid that was such a vital part of Oyashiman and Li-ren culture. 

 

As the liquid filled their mouth and slid down their throat, they felt a sense of relief wash over them. In addition to the taste, there was a certain pleasure derived from the ritual itself. This was especially true for those who had never experienced it before. 

 

The guest would often look about with a blissful expression on their face.

 

The guests were seated in a room decorated in a traditional Oyashiman style, complete with low tables and teacups. All of the walls were covered in paper scrolls. 

 

A single lamp hung from the ceiling. Each wall was lined with shelves containing numerous bottles and jars of various shapes and sizes. There was even a large mirror hanging next to the teapot.

 

The staff quietly left the room after taking care of the guests' needs. Meanwhile, the other maids began preparing for the evening's entertainment. They set out small wooden plates of sweet red bean paste, plum jam, and pickles. Then they arranged some fresh fish, vegetables, and rice balls in front of each guest.

 

They also prepared a large bowl of miso soup. 

 

 

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When the guests were finished eating, they'd take the bowls back to the kitchen. Then, when the next round of visitors arrived, the maids would return with clean cups and serve the soup. 

 

The richness and texture of miso soup was perfect for serving as a light meal.

 

After leaving the room, a masked individual stands draped in moonlight—wearing an omote (Noh mask) as they expertly pluck the strings of the shimasen, an instrument made up of three sets of strings. 

 

 

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The sound it makes is soft and gentle, yet powerful enough to fill the room. In this way, the shimasen works to heighten the mood of the audience.

 

Fog would seep into the teahouse from outside, as if the moonlight was slowly pouring through the window and enveloping the audience. The faint light gradually fades with the end of the song as the chill replaces the warm atmosphere and welcome.

 

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In the dimness, the stage seemed to glow. On it sits a man with tanned skin and brown hair. His eyes are partially hidden by the ornate fan open in front of him. He wears a beautiful sakura flower brooch as a hair ornament and holds a fan in one hand.

 

His voice is rich and pure like the waves of the sea—a slight rumble or tremor as the sea’s bubbling depths. It carries far beyond the confines of the teahouse, penetrating the minds of the audience, soothing them, and gently washing away their worries. He welcomes you to the Tianrui Host Club (天瑞会館) [Tianrui Kaikan] with these words:

 

 "Good evening, everyone.

 

 I am Kin, the founder of our host club.

 

 My specialty is the tea ceremony, which I learned directly from my mentor, the esteemed lord of the house, Tianrui Ren-san. May we of the Jade State of Yong Ping Welcome You to the Tianrui Host Club!"

The event will be on The Grand Harvest at the 16th of Snow’s Maiden.

 

((OOC: MARCH 12, 7 PM EST))

 

With your sweet magic ways,

 

 

 

Takai Eiji

 

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[ OOC : Takai Eiji was VERY VERY drunk in the making of this advertisement and cannot be held accountable for his actions. Disclaimer: I like vaporwave.]

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Image Credits:

https://crushevil.co.uk/blog/?paged=5

https://www.betweenthestones.com/past-events

https://www.nichibei.org/2020/12/the-story-of-japanese-american-food-evolution-by-adaptation/ 

https://www.dreamstime.com/editorial-stock-photo-tea-house-kenroku-en-garden-kyoto-traditional-japanese-restaurant-middle-beautiful-japan-image95188678

 

[AnimeWolf0080 1509]

Kin read the flier, wondering what liquor possessed Eiji to get this drunk and write all this out. To talk about a host club of all things? what even was a host club? His eyes made it's way to the very bottom of the page "What the ****?!?!? NANI?!?!" he questioned out loud as the sky dragons censored him nearly chocking on the tea he was drinking, he brought the page closer to his face reading over again. Before just slowly sinking under the counter of the tea house wishing the world would just take him away, Him a host....the world has lost it's mind the past few dragon days. surely this must have been some kind of joke, right?

 

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I couldn't stop laughing good job Feebis

 

[GammaRose 195]

Emerald orbs flashed in serpent-akin curiosity as she'd inspect with great care, each written word that detailed the flier. Upon finishing, the oyashiman would find herself at a loss for words, completely baffled- not by the idea- but by who it came from. "Eh? Eh? Eh?" Struggling to translate thought into word, the mali let out a belated laugh and laid the missive to the side, mumbling "Sounds like a fun time."

 

Albeit, tempted with the invitation, Izanami turned to the mirror and sighed at the greying patches of hair; "If only, Pon. If only"