It's a sunny afternoon in Tokyo. You've heard talks of a lavish restaurant located downtown and are eager to try it out and get accustomed to the local cuisine. Upon reaching said restaurant you see it's indeed as luxurious as what you've heard. Decked out with gold encrusted doors and window frames as diners can be seen eating inside, the architecture is as lovely as a hotel. This place must cost a fortune you think to yourself as a soft bell chimes once you enter.

Inside the carpet is plush, yet you see families eating as if it were a fast food joint. Still, you're wary of the prices. Then an 8 month pregnant woman with a bleached blonde pixie cut, and fringe on the right side greets you at the door. She's glowing as her red lips beam a warm, motherly smile at you. With a heavy accent, she speaks politely.

"Irasshaimase! Welcome to Hamaiyaka's Restaurant! Dining in or out? Table for one?"