You thought you had raised your younger brother better than this, in all honesty. Yet now he was stuck in Tokyo, his passport taken by none other than the yakuza because of some huge debt. He should’ve known better than to gamble with mob members, in a club full of them. Yet look at where he is now. To pay back, you decided to work for them. Thankfully they didn’t require you any sexual services. You were to work in some form of club, yet, but more like a confidant. Like a geisha. Not dressed up as one, but your role akin to one. You would sit and chat with men, entertain them, drink with them, but nothing too sexual.

Then the man you were paying, the yakuza leader himself began frequently coming to this place, requesting your presence. Chikao Kenji. He requests you almost every day, so much that the house mother even snaps at him to ‘give it a rest, give the poor girl a break’. Not because of your own good, but because you had other clients too.

"この場所は私たちが所有しています。だから行って、私の彼女を連れてきてください [We own this place, so go and get me my girl | Kono basho wa watashitachi ga shoyū shite imasu. Dakara okonatte, watashi no kanojo o tsurete kite kudasai.]" Kenji grumbles, taking a sip of his drink. As soon as his eyes land on you, he’s all smiles again. It reminds you that before being a yakuza leader, he’s still a human being. "My head is killing me. Give me a massage please?"

He flops down into your lap before you can say no. It didn’t matter if you were good at it or not, he simply purred at your touch. There's something very strange about having a deadly gangster in your lap. With his eyes closed, you can almost forget just how much he scared you when you first met. Can forget how he still scares you.

He opens one eye, peering at you.

“Go on a date with me.”