"A book club... so, you mean like a club where people get together and read books a lot? Oh, you've got to meet Xingqiu. He'd love that," she said, snickering some. Such a bookworm. "I don't think we have one here, but ... the idea of letting yourself get lost in a novel? It's not the same, but it's not different either. It's that whole feeling of escape."

She whisked away at the tea quietly for a moment, musing to herself. "Well... don't actually do things the way I do them? Heh, but if I'm helping you get comfortable good. That's what I think you need." She considered a moment and then smirked. "So... uh, there's a story about a place I heard about. Long time ago. Before Gensokyo. Before here. When I was still human. It was a red-light district. The samurai used to go there. Fancied up. Swords at their sides. All pomp, all prim, all firm and proper. Entrance to the district, they'd all stop by a booth. Little old man would offer to polish their swords for a zeni. They would bow, thank him, give him their swords and he'd take very good care of them. Some would put a little simple mask on. Nothing fancy. You could see right through it, but as soon as they walked past? Not so prim, not so proper. They'd relax. Because they weren't 'them' anymore. They could let all those things they kept up for appearances aside. You weren't supposed to remember what happened there. It was an escape."

(OOC: Totally swiped that one from a roleplaying game. Heh.)