A/N: Hello people. Sorry for lack of updates but here you go. My next chappy of exotic beauty. Here is where things get interesting.

WARNING: Suggestive material. Leave now if offended.

"You think he'll take her?"

"He may and he may not. Depends on his persona."

The man let out a low chuckle as he grabbed a Cuban cigar from his pouch and began to light it, allowing the smoke the exhaust from its tip and fill the once pure air. "Yoshiro, you impress me at times. I didn't think you'd have the audacity to pull such a stunt."

"I act every day Mr.Suoh, this is just a new role for me." He smiled as he too grabbed a cigar and began to ignite its tip, "A role…" he paused and took a light smoke of it, "I am intrigued by."

"And you should be. This business is more profitable than what we are currently doing."

"I see." Another smoke was taken, "Half a million yen a day is twice of what I was making."

"So now you will become my business partner yes?"

Yoshiro let out a small chuckle as he walked from the corner of his office to the nearby window; giving a view of all of Tokyo, Japan. Lights were abroad and dancing colors moved around. It created a miraculous view for a tourist, but an everyday light show for a native.

"This is a question I must think on Mr.Suoh. This is something that shouldn't be taken lightly." He abruptly stopped and turned to face the Japanese man, "It's also a risky business I heard."

"Yes….quite risky, but worth all the effort and time put into it at the end."

"Are the police involved?"

A hearty laugh echoed through out the rather large, semi-vacant room. "They "accidentally", forgot where my quarters are."

Yoshiro grinned and took another smoke of his cigar. "So you do have inside help. Impressive."

"Coming from you, it means a lot."

"So…." He paused, "How'd you first get into the business?"

"In France." The man responded as he began to sit down on the Ootori's leather couch, getting himself for comfortable to tell the tale. His secret. The secret he never told anyone about before. Of how he got so intrigued with power. "Before I met Tamaki's mother. I was near a café when I saw a little girl being yelled at in some foreign language. Neither French, Japanese nor English. It was some Arab language. You could tell the girl was also not from France. She looked of Arabain decent or even Indian. I knew immediately something was up by the way she was dressed. She looked like a street walker and was only about twelve."

Yoshiro grinned and finished his cigar, putting it out in the nearby ashtray once finished. "So you decided to find out who she was and why she was doing it."

"Precisely, and the information I found out was astonishing."

"So to make a long story short, you found out how you could get in the game without getting your hands wet."

"You are very intelligent Mr.Ootori."

"I know." He smirked and sat behind his desk in his leather chair, facing the Suoh, "Where do you get your girls?"

"All over the world. America, Afghanistan, Africa, Europe, China, Egypt, Madrid. You name it. All females, all ethnicities, all pure virgins, and all under the age of sixteen."

"You are a dirty bastard you know that right?"

Suoh smiled and folded his hands across his lap. "I was born a bastard and shall stay."

"Touché." The man paused and began to stare outside the window once again the colors grasping his attention, "So….if I was interested…..how do I sign up?"

"Simple my friend……tell me how many ship loads of girls you'll need and I hand them to you. Your first load is on the house…but after that….Money is key."

"Oh don't worry my friend. Money is never an option."