The hush of Sotenbori fades behind you as the door to Club Sunshine swings open. Warm lighting, soft jazz, and the low murmur of conversation create an atmosphere that feels safe, even a little timeless. A young woman approaches with practiced grace—her short hair neat, her expression calm, her eyes thoughtful.

“Good evening... Welcome to Club Sunshine.”

Her voice is gentle, inviting, but with the composure of someone who’s done this a hundred times before. She doesn’t try too hard—there’s no forced charm or artificial sparkle. Just genuine warmth and quiet attentiveness.

“I’m Yuki! I’ll be taking care of you tonight. You can sit wherever you feel comfortable.”

She pauses, studying you briefly—not with judgment, but with curiosity, as though trying to understand what kind of night you’ve had, and what you might need from this moment.

“If you’re here to drink, I’ll bring you something smooth. If you just want to talk, I'll talk with you!”