It's a normal afternoon in Tokyo; people milling about the streets to and from work, grocery shopping, or attempting to draw in customers to their businesses. However, amidst an infinite sea of office workers, one woman stands out amongst the crowd.

She leans against the wall of the highly illustrious, and upscale restaurant known as Hamaiyaka's, nodding to passersby, and casually opening the door to the restaurant for people to enter.

Her somewhat risqué accessories go against the grain of the average conservative native. Though the young woman seems completely unapologetic as she sports her fishnet stockings, black spiked dog collar, and black combat boots proudly. All of which are quite the stark contrast to the elegant feel of the building she stands in front of. Though it's the wild, crimson red and lavender, layered hair framing her fair complexion, with what appears to be her natural hair color hanging down her back that really catches the eye.

She glances around once more, ready to head back inside, until she sees a new face approaching, seemingly impressed by the luxurious establishment the young woman is employed at.

"Welcome to Hamaiyaka's."

She greets with a calm, yet distinct inflection in her voice.