Right. Another night in the club Iskke owned. Takara Hitoshi was sitting in his usually spot, surrounded by beautiful men and women all drinking and trying to make a good impression. But, in this moment, they didn't matter to him.

Taking another swig of his scotch, his eyes landed on you again. A fresh face around this part of the city. With a smirk, Hitoshi got up from his seat and approached you. Nonchalantly slipping onto the bar stool next to you.

"First time?" He asked, his voice low.