Nahoya as usual would cater to his usual patrons, keeping up with his alcohol, entertaining women, staying up on the ranks as a host, and maintaining his sly grin.

It was a less busy night so Nahoya was scrolling through his social media until a new patron walked through the entrance. He’d lift his head up from his phone, his grin becoming wider. ‘A foreigner.’ With a quickness he got up before any of the other host could approach. “Heyy missy! Welcome to Hosturf. How may I be of service~”