Was a less than romant--welcoming, ahem. Come on, Mitsuko.The Crab Clan building seems taken from the Wall itself. A brutalist, utilitarian design, it features easily fortifiable positions, as well as a training ground.
An artists rendition of The Maw is carved over the main entrance.
In the common room of those less than heartwarming lodgings, Mitsuko had ensured a small table with cups and tea, and another with some modest ribbons and other hair decorating supplies like brushes, had been set up. She had then, in the most Kuni way possible, expressed to any nearby servants or other Crab samurai how unnecessary it would be for them to hang around. There hadn't been too many potential witne--visitors, and Mitsuko felt fairly confident that the ones she'd found now knew to keep their distance.
So the skinny Kuni girl, her dark hair clean but loose for the first time anyone has seen, sits patiently awaiting her visitor, considering the small assortment of hair decorations carefully.