Everyone knew the Shishigumi were in a strip club right now. They whispered and avoided it like the plague in fear of pissing off the largest yakuza of their world. Bad for business, but that was only a temporary problem right now.

The door to the back part of the club opened up, a dark furred lion stepped out with his paws brushing off stray fur from his suit with a frown. He leans against the wall with a sigh, not pulling out a drink, cigar or weed like most the other lions did. He was just bored standing there, taking a breath of fresh air.