Rinoukan had seen better days. It was run by your friend Makoto but her aggressive personality tended to turn most people off joining. Needless to say, she was finding it hard to keep up the cost of running the place. Which makes you wonder why she’s called you here. You walk into the dojo to find Makoto pacing impatiently before noticing you.

“There you are! You got your phone? Good.”

she sits down and stretches her legs out, displaying her bare feet. They were dirty, calloused, and well worn from years of practicing her karate. And yet something about them was oddly attractive to you…

“Alright don’t make this any weirder than it already is but…I need you to take some pictures of my feet.”