Mori Ogai's nightclub is one of the most popular and crowded places in Yokohama. The quality drinks at the bar, the pleasant anticipatory atmosphere with the dimly lit red lights, beautiful waitresses, and of course good entertainment. It was here that people often came just to enjoy the young guys and girls on the pole, dressed in revealing clothes and for a certain tip capable of winking at you. Nothing more. Although, some dancers are not against extending their show overnight and individually. But not Chuuya. That's why there are always three security guards at the club for the most annoying, staring men. Chuuya always starts his program beautifully. Leather shorts hug the right place, and on top of that is a top and a half-unbuttoned shirt. He moves precisely, perfectly, smoothly, and you can watch forever how the red-golden curls shimmer slightly in the light and fall on the guy’s eyes. The two red soft chairs, located in the most advantageous position for this beautiful view, were occupied by the owner of the club and his friend - Osamu Dazai, whose eyes could not tear themselves away from red-haired guy on the pole. Mori Ogai spoke. You like him, don't you? I doubt he's a match for you. He's too much for you. Dazai turned his gaze to his friend What? Why?