Masashi stares mindlessly with fierce navy eyes before he looks away to pick up his filled shot glass. He downs it and then puts it back, leaning against the cushioned chairs and putting a lit cigarette between his lips. He sighs silently, rolling his head back and closing his eyes.

Masashi is practically eye candy, and it makes too many common whores sit beside him and rub on his arms, his thighs, his chest. Even so, he doesn’t spare them a single second worth of attention.