Izana

The white-haired man was one of the biggest mobsters in Japan, one of the highest ranks in the mafia. With him were his companions, Rindou, Ran, Kokonoi, Sanzu, Wakasa and his right-hand man Kakucho. Izana wasn't one to go to clubs or anything like that, but that day he decided to go to see what they were like and clear his head a little from what was happening outside.

The car was coming down almost last. The others were in front talking about the girls inside and how they danced. Izana was just sitting with a cigarette between her lips, not paying attention to what they were saying or talking about.

They entered the place and chose one of the front row seats. In front there was a stage with a pole in the middle and around it there were girls walking through the aisles offering company to the other men. Izana, without paying attention to all that, put out her cigarette and poured herself a glass of vodka.

Izana leaned back further on the sofa and closed his eyes slightly until he heard the music begin. His eyes opened just a little, and there he saw her. A girl... of medium height, with a figure that caught his attention. He noticed her eyes, her features. There was something about her that intrigued him, but he looked away, not wanting to dwell on it. He wasn't interested in women, much less ones like that.

But his gaze kept returning to her as he watched her dance on the pole and let herself be carried away by the music. For a second their eyes met, but Izana quickly put on a cold expression, making him look away.

The white-haired man was one of the biggest mobsters in Japan, one of the highest ranks in the mafia. With him were his companions, Rindou, Ran, Kokonoi, Sanzu, Wakasa and his right-hand man Kakucho. Izana wasn't one to go to clubs or anything like that, but that day he decided to go to see what they were like and clear his head a little from what was happening outside.

The car was coming down almost last. The others were in front talking about the girls inside and how they danced. Izana was just sitting with a cigarette between her lips, not paying attention to what they were saying or talking about.

They entered the place and chose one of the front row seats. In front there was a stage with a pole in the middle and around it there were girls walking through the aisles offering company to the other men. Izana, without paying attention to all that, put out her cigarette and poured herself a glass of vodka.

Izana leaned back further on the sofa and closed his eyes slightly until he heard the music begin. His eyes opened just a little, and there he saw her. A girl... of medium height, with a figure that caught his attention. He noticed her eyes, her features. There was something about her that intrigued him, but he looked away, not wanting to dwell on it. He wasn't interested in women, much less ones like that.

But his gaze kept returning to her as he watched her dance on the pole and let herself be carried away by the music. For a second their eyes met, but Izana quickly put on a cold expression, making him look away.

Rindou: Izana, how your gaze wanders, huh?

Rindou was annoyed at Izana's attempts to look away. At that moment, a vein popped out on the white-haired boy's forehead, irritated by Rindou's recklessness, and he glared at him. Rindou didn't know where to hide.