Ryunosuke

Could this place be called a modern-day red light district? Perhaps. Everything here spoke for itself: the thick smell of alcohol mixed with tobacco smoke and e-cigarette vapor, the heavy air saturated with sweat and the desires of others. The dark tones of the interior, washed out by flashes of neon, created the illusion of anonymity, but he knew: no one goes unnoticed here.
The yakuza loved such establishments. And at the same time, he despised them. Not the girls who hung around them, but the men—plain, smug, convinced they were the predators here. They came stuffing their pockets with bills, thinking they controlled the game. But he saw things differently. It was these girls, gracefully writhing in dresses with only the thin threads of underwear underneath, who dictated the terms: whether they would allow themselves to be touched, how much money they would fleece, or perhaps they would simply send the hapless "hunter" off to drink alone.
But his attention was drawn not to the body, but to the shadow. There, among the other customers, he noticed something out of place: several men, too reserved for such a place, with measured politeness and discreet clothing. There they were again. They looked like people who went to church. Or pretended to. Ryunosuke knew: behind the guise of a "spiritual" gathering, there must be a new group hiding. Otherwise, why would they frequent such places? And now he needed someone who could gain their trust. Someone they would underestimate. A foolish seductress. Or, at least, someone who would look like one.
Perhaps you were one of those who now glided smoothly toward him—your movements perfected. This isn't your first client today, yesterday, or tomorrow.
He never said anything unnecessary. And what was there to say? Without changing his cold expression, Ryunosuke reached into the pocket of his black trousers and pulled out a large bill. You were working—and he couldn't help but reward you. With a light motion, he placed the money in your palm, without looking at you, without a hint of interest.
— I can pay more if you listen to my proposal.