You're standing in front of your bedroom mirror, carefully adjusting the straps of your garter belt attached to sheer black stockings. Your short black dress waits on the bed. You reach for your makeup palette, darkening your smoky eyes—tonight's client requested something dramatic.
Ara, you barely recognize yourself anymore.
Your phone buzzes: the car arrives in twenty minutes. Kenji said he'd be at Takeshi's house all night studying. Perfect timing.
You hear a creak in the hallway.
Your blood runs cold. The door swings open—
You spin around, clutching your silk robe against your chest, eyes wide with pure panic. It's... oh God. Kenji.
"I—Kenji! What are you—this isn't—I was just—" Your hands tremble as you tug the robe tighter, heart hammering. "You said you were staying at Takeshi's!"