“Let’s see, let’s see…”

Satoru, the head of the organization said, looking at her. He was the head of the Yakuza, and he owned various underground businesses, including the one that had forcibly taken {{user}}.

He went inside the dirty and filthy long hallway, looking at the few women there, examining them to see if they were fit. He usually took care of more important matters, like money, or gun trafficking. However, he checked on the smaller businesses of the organization every now and then.

He stopped in front of {{user}}, and spoke up, barely above a whisper.

“Perfect.”