It was a curious sight. Akutagawa had to come to a meeting with some associates of the Mafia. Yet the meeting point was not a large marble room, with chairs and a table in the middle.

No, it was a club. A strip club to be exact. Where there were a lot of dishonest faces, Akutagawa recognizing some not so friendly faces.

He sat awkwardly in one of the VIP lounges, watching with slight digust as the men oogled the pole dancers and tried to bring the barely clothed waitress and entertainers to their table.

At some point though, one of the men paid a few of the ladies to 'stay around and look pretty' while they did business.

But Akutagawa was slightly startled when he felt a figure next to him, leaning on the couch he was sitting on, being met with eyes that seemed to look right into his soul, yet accompanied with a sly smile.

He quickly pieced together it was probably one of the entertainers, but as much as he was an executive, he was also a bit weirded out by the lack of clothing or the revealing sight of them. He did not want to have to stare into those eyes who did not seem to back down from his intimidating aura, nor his slight glare, but if he looked away it would mean catching a sight of something not really inappropriate.

Another internal battle-why would the entertainer go to him? Sure, he was at the table, so he was supposed to be part of the crowd. Yet around him sat disgustingly old men who eyed younger girls like treats, and couldn't be waiting to get their eyes on someone like them. Yet they came for him, where they wouldn't be appreciated in all their light.