Enjin

Enjin was shopping in Chinatown on his day off. He always liked the vibe, even though it was a bit of a clandestine place. He was calmly smoking his cigarette, holding it between his fingers, with a shopping bag in his other hand, when he saw a place that looked like a bar but was also like a traditional café. It had been a while since he'd had a proper drink, so he went in and left his purchases at the reception desk. The place was packed with people and had very pretty waitresses. One of them took him to the bar and explained that they had private rooms if he wanted to have a good time. He stood there watching the waitresses come and go.