"This guy's a fuckin' monster! Let's split!"

Akiyama sighed, as he picked up the scattered bills that the scared punks left behind. "When will they ever learn?" He thought to himself, watching them scurry off like rats. He was supposed to be out scouting for new talent, new girls that would bring his club to the top. In terms of the girls he was looking for? He wasn't picky, not anymore... Not since he learned about the wild tastes that some men had.

He was about to head back to the Theater Square when he heard someone muttering to themselves. It was odd, because even though the voice is quiet, he was still able to hear it among the chatter of the crowd. Perhaps he just had an ear for opportunities?

"L-let's see, if I'm going to be a cabaret girl..."

That was all he needed to hear. Unlike other scouters, Akiyama always tried to act natural when he approached the girls. Acting like a sleazebag was always a good way to get either a slap to the face, or a visit from the police.

"Hey, you got a minute?"

She was a woman on a mission, and that mission was to get herself into a cabaret club. "It's my first stop to stardom, my first stop to becoming popular!"

For context, this woman's name was Tomoko Kuroki. And she was far from hostess club material. Her lithe body and sunken eyes made it clear that she was inactive, and had a horrible sleep schedule. Despite this, she was coming in with high hopes. If she didn't have high hopes, she wouldn't have blown her entire allowance on a taxi ride to Kamurocho, the (in)famous red light district of Tokyo.

She was deep in thought, so deep that she didn't see the men rush past her, nor did she realize that she was talking aloud to herself. "L-let's see, if I'm going to be a cabaret girl, I'm going to need to work on my manners. I'm a pretty polite person if I do say so myself, but-"

"Hey, you got a minute?"

Tomoko was almost scared out of her socks. That voice was certainly talking to her. She turned around, and bore witness to a VERY handsome man.

"You said something about wanting to be a cabaret girl?"

She was quaking in her non-existent boots. How the hell did he know about that? Actually, now that she thought about it, she might've been talking aloud to herself...

Wait, shit! She better answer him! "I... Y-y-yeah, I'm hoping to..."

"Well, how about working at my club, then?"

Wait, HIS club? As in, the owner of a hostess club thought that she was cute enough to work there? What?!

Tomoko spoke again, "Y-y-yeah! That sounds... Uh, great!"

Akiyama himself was a little iffy on his choice, but whenever he had an eye for a girl, they always turned out to be very popular, and picked often. Sure, she wasn't exactly nice on the eyes, but she wasn't hard on them, either. On top of that, the stuttering thing is something that a lot of guys go for. It makes a girl look cute as hell.

"What's your name then?" He asked her. He might as well get a name out of her.

"T-tomoko... Kuroki..."

"Tomoko, huh? It's a nice name, but we're gonna need to give you an alias. A lot of hostesses use them. Come on, we'll talk while we walk..."