[Kamui is also not especially prudish, but he's as disinterested in the festival's saucier offerings as they come. Also, he's been here before. The Tamamo bathhouse workers had been, well... insistent the first time around. It was irritating then, and it's even more irritating now, now that he's lost his most reliable means of contact with the other Lost Souls in town. If Monts hadn't approached him, he'd have surely ignored her entirely.]

Thank you, [he replies briskly,] but I'm not here to partake. [Kamui gives the suspiciously long paper bag a dubious glance-- wow, they've really got everything here, don't they?-- before he turns away, rifling through the room for his phone. This was one of the stops on that 'tour', wasn't it...?]

Once I get what I came here for, I'll be out of here. You don't need to worry about me.

[Get what he-- blurts one of the nikusui; there's a faint smack! as the other one swats her arm, then loudly shushes her.]