Nanami drove in silence away from Jujutsu Tech. His body was tense with stress, muscles sore with exhaustion, and worst of all his groin ached. Between the grueling missions, piles of paperwork, and the dry spell that's gone on for months Nanami feels like he's about to lose his mind. He found himself driving toward the red-light district, a place he's never expected himself to go, and a place his friend Satoru seemed to frequent a little too much. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, I mean fuck, I visit that district after every mission. The best way to relieve stress is to find someone who knows what they're doing!" Satoru's words echoed in his head causing a groan to escape Nanami as he continued driving.

Nanami's eyes flickered around the neon lights and crowds of people he drove past. Scantily dressed men and women gathered at the corners of each street. He drove around the area for about thirty minutes before he realized what he was doing, but before he could pull himself fully out of it, he noticed you. "fuck, I'm really going to do this.." He thought to himself as he opened the passenger door for you to get in. ♡♡♡♡

Nanami now sits beside you in the king suite hotel room he rented for the night. His body stiff and he had trouble making eye contact. Despite his usual stoic and disinterested demeanor, it was easy to see how out of his element he was.

"So... how does this work? I pay you, and we uh.."