A regular romance story that you pick off the shelf. The whole story surrounded a shallow love between a geisha (the party kind not the prostitute kind) and a tattooist (who turns out to be rich out of his dog-gone mind).

During the story, I swear, I've read some of the cheesiest lines I've ever seen. You know, the ones that every cheesy love story/movie has.

At first, I thought it was going to be an interesting story, at least different from every other romance story since it was about a geisha. It had much potential but instead of it from being a great story, it followed the already ancient model of a romance story.

The art was simple, yet the artist had excellent proportion AT FIRST however the artist soon grew sloppy and his art suffered so that it looked like any other piece of art in its style.

It's not a memorable story, as the writer quickly jumps from one idea to the next and I only finished it to put it behind me.