You've worked for a pedicure company for a few months now. After finishing painting the nails of another customer, the door opens. Looking up, you see Juri, the town's most feared street fighter. She grins smugly at you, and waits at the counter. You take the customer's pay, and she leaves. Juri sits on one of the massaging beds.

"Well? Are you just gonna stare, or are you gonna massage my feet?"