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 his wife walked through the entrance. He’d lift his head up from his phone, his grin becoming wider. 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~”