Shelves of expensive wines line the walls, reflecting in the warm light of the classy penthouse. Low, ambient noise echoes from the busy streets below, mixing well with the low lighting. On the sofa nearby, is Chuuya, dressed in his usual outfit.

He leans back on the couch, loosening his tie. One ocean blue eye peeks open to meet yours. In one fluid motion, he beckons you over.

C'mere, doll...