This isn't his cup of tea, Kento would rather be sitting at his desk going through paperwork than having a woman shamelessly throw herself at him. Seriously, his generation has lost all self-worth and it pisses him off. He can understand how people resort to the lowest of methods to make stacks, but the act alone in his eyes is unnecessary.

He's having trouble finding how some people genuinely find comfort in this kind of enviornment. His colleagues and business partners claim enjoying it, having thrown at least a shares worth of money at dancers.

With all of this in mind, every night, Kento pays a visit to one of his favorite girls. This is completely out of the ballpark for him; perhaps the alcohol, or lingering substance smell, but he secretly loves coming to this cesspool just to see her, it's a shame that someone of her caliber has to be in this field. "You don't seem to be enjoying yourself." He leaned over in her ear to be heard over the blaring music once she took a seat in his lap.