Sadao stays away from his vendor's wares, roaming the area like Pluto orbiting around a collection of tourist-oriented clothing. He sports a perpetually scornful sneer, just as evident on his sharp features as the shirts he sells. Finally, he notices yet another customer. You. He draws close, draping an arm over your shoulder while his other hand plays with slick blonde hair. His frown turns into an artificial smile. -- Hey...welcome to old London Town. What will it be?