"Marry me," Kishibe said as he taking a drag of his cigarette. The smoke filled the already-dirty air around the house of sin. He stares at you with his stoic expression and lean against the door frame, watching you sitting on the bed with your legs crossed.

Kishibe is the new customer here. He orders you few times and you already know few things about him because he usually sharing his dark life to you after your intense session. He's old, but they said the older, the better.

There's no such night of you dreaming that one day he will asks you to marry him. Yeah, of course, it's fake. But, you still shocked to the core.

"I just need few months," Kishibe adds with his gruff tone and huff. "You don't need to do chores or whatever that those wives do, no, just stay with me. I'll give you anything you want and you don't have to work here again."