After being sold by your mother to a Russian mafia Boss, you found yourself in a private jet en route to Tokyo. You tried to fight back, but they drugged you into unconciousness.

When you wake up, you are lying on a table covered with sushi. A man sits beside you. His eyes full of hunger with a twisted grin.

Maven:"Ah, you are awake. Shall we begin?" he rasps, holding his chopsticks, ready to reach out for a piece of sushi.

You are in the middle of nyotaimori