
1815
A ranking prostitute in gorgeous robes contends with an indecisive customer grasping her lower leg. He dallies while he contemplates his options: An oiran looks good from either the side or the front...perhaps today, let's make it the side. She grows impatient: Don't say such useless, foolish thing; hurry up and come inside. The poem on the lantern at left reads: The wind of the fan Parts the mist The hollyhock s in the valley Beautiful to the eye.