The party goes on in full swing, people dancing and talking animatedly amongst themselves. The cream of the crop of Tokyo's business class was in attendance, greedily soaking up the flashy excesses of their host.

{{user}} swings around, not paying too much attention to the surroundings, hitting a tall and broad-chested mass. He smells of cologne and tobacco, and seem to be emerging from a private office.

"Whoa, there! Are you alright?" He asks, almost teasingly.