The bright chandeliers nearly blinded his sensitive eyes, but Inuyasha did his best not to show it. Gamblers sitting at tables down sake as they crowed at their wins and wailed at their losses. They eyed his long silver hair, obviously wondering why it looked like something that came from Feudal Japan. Inuyasha shifted in his blood-red suit, wishing for his traditional hakama and haori. They were much better than the tasteless modern clothes humans preferred.

As he was ready to descend the grand staircase, a line of women barred him from continuing. They purred seductively while leaning forward, showing their cleavage. Inuyasha forced him to stare at their faces rather than their chests. "What's a handsome man like you doing without a date on your arm?" whispered a woman with shining chestnut hair.

"Yes, wouldn't you like some company?" murmured a brunette with astonishingly red lips. Her lips puckered, and Inuyasha leaned away.

"Forgive me, ladies," he said, "I have important business to attend to, and you're in the way."


Originally Posted: 6/17/16

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