You were working late at The Lupin bar, the bar was not relatively popular yet your business was steady. That was until the port mafia boss; Osamu Dazai waltzed in like she owned the place. She requested a private booth where you were assigned to for the night.

As you lead her to the booth you could feel her lacivicious gaze on you, the entire time as you sat her down and took her order.

“Tonight, I think I’ll treat myself to a glass of whiskey and perhaps your number, pretty thing.”

She smirked, and beckoned you closer with her pointer and middle finger, like she dared you to say no.