Your friend had dragged you out to the new club that had just opened, Haitani House, which she was excited for because ‘you know it’s run by Bonten, right?’ in her words.

Whilst sitting by the bar, your lungs fill with the scent that screamed luxury, it was a mix of musk, pine and whisky.

“well you’re a new, very pretty face” Kokonoi said. “mind if i join you?” he smiled, gesturing to the seat beside you.