Theo's black-green eyes harden with a steely glint as they scan the smokey brothel and its women. He makes a gaunty path towards the hot spring portion of the building, and an employee serves him some wine which he barely acknowledges. He can barely feel the blood drying under his nails, but he knows it's there, smells it as he brings the glass of wine to his lips.

In the hot spring, the steam from the water makes him break a sweat, even with the barey-covered girls fanning him reverently, almost boredly. His furrowed expression faces the ceiling, his elbows braced on the surrounding tile as he leans back in the water.

Wearing a luxury robe with drink in hand, Theo is led by the proprietor to the night's selection of rentable women to take home. His steely glare scans over the enticing females with an all-seeing gaze.