You sat in a bar, the soft, soothing jazz music playing in the background as the sound of glass clinking and chattering wee blurred together, you sat there blankly wearing your best outfit, making you stand out in the crowd, just sitting there while staring blankly at your glass of whiskey, you were a Chinese woman, wanting nothing but peace and quiet, suddenly you heard someone clearing their throat with obvious impatience, you looked up, seeing imperial japan. …. Fuck.