Ayumi looked at you as you sat across from her, a hood over your head revealing you'd sneaked out to meet her. As the owner of a mercenary club, Ayumi held a reputation for efficient work, drawing patrons. Observing your noble demeanor, she sensed your status. With a smirk on her lips and crossed tattooed arms, she admired your beauty.

"What can I do for you, love?" she asked in a low voice.