The Night is Young and Beautiful… (Friday Night)
(Assistant Deputy Interior Minister, Miyagawa Kichirou)
I’m in my private suite at my favorite place. It’s nice to have benefits, bring a silent partner of this fine institution. The young woman writes in front of me as I lean back into the settee, and I watch the way she moves. I can’t read her face, and I crook a finger at her.
“Come here, I want to see you better,” I tell her. She does as I command and comes closer, and I reach for the ribbon dangling from the front of her bustie-eer. Clever invention from the west, paired with a scrap of fabric over her womanhood and net stockings on her legs. She resumes her dance as I pull on the ribbon, and the front starts to part open as the ribbon slacks, and the curves of her breasts start to spill out. But her eyes are glazed over, and she looks empty… I drop the ribbon.
I press a little button on the table next to the settee, and an old woman comes in. “Get me someone new. I’m bored with this one.” The dancer stops moving and gets off of the raised platform, leaving the room. Who wants one already broken enough to numb herself? Why does nobody approach the spirit of that little minx from Kato-kun’s party?
“I expect better quality,” I growl at her. I’ve been annoyed and bored lately. No press interviews or attention, just the grind of regular work. I’ve made no progress on the Yagi Hide project and that Fujita hasn’t shown. Doesn’t he know who I am? How he should appreciate being hand-picked by me? Not to mention the generous bribe. Well, I did tell him to come properly dressed. I snigger. Old cop, probably wears a shabby kimono off-duty and has no idea how a -gentleman- should present himself. This club has standards, after all.
The old woman bows and I remember that she’s still there, useless as she is. “Ah, sir, yes, our apologies. But we’ve been busy lately… it’s hard to keep enough girls, sir.” I suppose if I was concerned about money I’d be pleased at the popularity of my little club, but I wanted my own place of pleasure, but without the fuss and eventual boredom of a mistress. Variety. A man such as me needs variety. One day I’ll marry one of those flat-faced nonentities with a good bloodline that my mother wants me to match with, to secure my progeny…. but now? Ah, I won’t give this up anytime soon, wife or no wife.
“Just get me someone,” I tell the stupid woman. I pour myself another glass of wine as she keeps bowing as she leaves the room. Now wine… another clever Western import… I stare at the wallpaper. Utterly -bored-.
(OOC – Miyagawa is looking for company, lol)
(Ooc either we have to change this post to a Monday or i can post forwarding this to a Monday. There’s something that needs to happen this weekend before Aioi gets to the Haidaro and Saitou will come Tuesday or Wednesday I think.)
I’m provided with a girl… sub-par, one I’ve had before. But the old woman tells me, she’s arranged for some new ones, possibly starting early in the week, if I’d like to come back then to “try them out”? Some who practice the Western arts, and even some who are more traditional. I laugh. “As long as they’re not old crones,” I tell her.
With that, I prepare to leave. I will need to make some official appearances tomorrow, and in the evening I’ve been bidden to a dinner party for a foreign ministry up-and-comer, and rumor has it that Yamagata-sama’s adopted son will be in attendance. More duty, but what else is my life, but one of duty?
“Oh, and get rid of this girl, she’s not entertaining at all,” I tell the old woman. Haidaro should have only the best!
(OOC – close, Miyagawa will return to Haidaro Monday)