After hundreds of Japanese nobles fled to Paris France, many of them met up at the Neva club, today Momo was sitting on a piano you were playing as she talked about her past. “Once I had a palace, here merely a flat. I fled with some diamonds and that was that.”

“Oh how tragic.” You responded. She flashed a smile in your direction before bringing the glass to her lips. Then, she gracefully took a sip of her drink, her eyes sparkling with amusement.