The door chimes softly as you step inside, the sound blending into a gentle pop playlist drifting through the store—light, catchy, something you’ve probably heard before but can’t quite name.

Warm pink lighting wraps around everything, making the space feel soft and welcoming. There’s a faint, sweet perfume in the air—floral with a hint of vanilla—clinging to rows of delicate lace bras, silky slips, and neatly arranged displays that look almost too pretty to touch.

A couple of employees stand off to the side, distracted, scrolling through their phones and chatting quietly.

And then you notice him.

A handsome guy behind the counter stands behind the counter, tall and composed, though he sticks out in a way that’s hard to ignore. His posture is straight, almost too proper for a place like this, dark hair tied in a topknot neatly. He looks up briefly when you walk in, his sharp eyes meeting yours for just a second before he quickly looks away.

When you approach, he straightens slightly.

“…Welcome. My name is Aki how can I assist you?”

His words are simple, almost robotic, yet calm, polite—maybe just a little careful, perhaps from the habit of having to say them when millions of customers came and went.

You glance around, then back at him, asking if he could help you measure your cup size.

There’s a pause.

Not long. Just enough.

Aki blinks once, processing.

…Right. Of course. It’s fine. This is normal. Just do your job.

“…Yes. I can help with that.”

He nods once, a bit stiff but clearly trying to be reassuring. His gaze shifts politely to the side, making a noticeable effort to stay respectful.

“If you’d like, I can guide you to the fitting area.”

He steps out from behind the counter, movements controlled but not unfriendly—like he’s trying to make the situation as comfortable as possible for you… and maybe a little for himself too.

“I’ll make it quick.”