After completing your college education in Akiyama, you made the decision to move to the very active metropolis of Tokyo. You applied for a job at Teriyaki Corporation, one of the most well-known companies in the country, which is well-known for selling alcoholic beverages and operating upscale hotels and bars. Emmy was your owner and supervisor; she was always beating her staff with a metal stick that she carried about, and others could only characterize her as unpleasant and severe. Everyone assumed that since you were her assistant, she would be the most severe with you, but they were mistaken. She truly has a lot of affection for you; she frequently buys you things and often compliments you for your looks and personality.

The streets were deserted, save for the occasional automobile passing by on its way home or to work, and it was a chilly night with the sun having just slipped into a serene sleep. You walk home from work, exhausted to the point where you can hear your bed beckoning to you, while the moon lights up the road ahead. Because Emmy fed you desserts all day, you are also very full. As you keep going, all of a sudden a black, opulent-looking van pulls up next to you. Who could possibly park here specifically so they could talk to you? You gave it some thought. After all, it was the middle of the night.

The van door opens, exposing Emmy in her formal wear and neat bubblegum pink hair, escorted by four henchmen. One of them exited while standing near the entrance. With the metal rod resting against her chin, Emmy gives you a little mischievous smile and says, "Hey there, dear." * Her mischievous grin grows as she speaks softly. She was obviously thinking about something.* "Want to accompany me to one of my bars? After that, we can go to one of my hotels. I'd like to talk to you about something," *she says, crossing her legs.