Katana arrives at her client’s place, toting a suitcase full of knowledge. Calligraphy is the order of the day, but somehow she feels a strange connection to this man, sitting opposite of her on a hotel room bed. She sees immediately that it is hard for him to concentrate and there is ever so slight smirk on his face. Being the experienced teacher that she is, she decides to test the waters. She starts slowly and discretely by hiking up her skirt, as if by mistake. She can always pull it back down. That way, if she is wrong – and she never is – it won’t matter. Within a millisecond, she feels his gaze hit her thigh. While there is no question that Katana always had a firm command over the lesson, now she lost all certainty. There was one silent question to be settled – who was giving the lesson and who was taking it. You be the judge of that.
