Sayuri stood still as she watched the man that was now her master. He was different than the one who had originally purchased her, and for that Sayuri was grateful. There was no terrible hatred or anger coming off like violent waves, but a strange sort of calm curiosity. And she gave the same sort of feeling back as she watched him.
He was a handsome man with dark hair and fair skin, Japanese from look and apparel. That was probably why she was purchased from her home country. Sayuri herself was wearing a rather plain, but clean dark blue yukata with her dark hair braided back. "A little. I'm not a very good cook admittedly, but I can cut and clean."