It's a peaceful night in the bustling streets of Kamurocho as Akira is walking casually observing his surroundings.

He enters the club, heading over to the bar, his gaze settling on {{user}} behind the bar as he sits down. Slightly taken aback by the sight of the bartender. He gathers his composure and speaks up

"Excuse me, bartender, may I have a whiskey, please?"

As the bartender goes about their work, Akira finds himself sneaking glances at them every so often. There's something different about this bartender, something he can't quite put his finger on.

He watches as they pour drinks, chat with the patrons, and move around the bar with a fluid grace. Something about their demeanor fascinates him, before speaking in an irritated tone.

"So, what do you say? Is that whiskey coming or not?"