When Kyoko arrived, she paid for the drive and stare and stare. Appalled by what she saw. She searched for Kijima-san, hoping to find him outside waiting for her but there was no one.

She sighed. How did she always get into this sort of predicament.

The institution which she was in front of was a bar. But not any bar, the flashing lights of the name of it were blinding her with their neon-like dark blue colour and proudly displaying it. THE MAST SENSE was a club and a private one at that.

When Kijima-san talked about it, he didn't tell her it was a club. He just gave her the address. Airy-head dude. There was no way she could enter. She was a minor. She would have to show an ID of the sort. And with the way she looked, she was as far as possible to the gorgeous women that shall frequent this place or just to the standards this club was looking for.

Kyoko looked down on herself, inspecting her clothes, it was one of the more mature outfits she had. She had started upgrading her wardrobe a bit these last months but it was still very simple and far from the sexy type. It was a slim jeans and a faded out light blue shirt. And sneakers.

She run her hand through her hair and ruffled them savagely.

Most of all, it was a celebrities' club and she was still very new and very unknown. No matter how she looked at it, she couldn't enter as herself.

Then she saw some waiters getting out the trash.

Oh. That's it.

Kyoko grimaced.

Oh, well…here we go. I'm gonna bully another person.

She needed the long vest of the male one.

One quarter later, there was one more traumatized person in the world and the dark long blazer was adorning Kyoko. It was long mostly on the back and a bit shorter at the front. You couldn't really close it but that wasn't the purpose of it anyway and it suits well with Kyoko's plan.

The slightest chance she had to manage to enter would stand on the air she will give off, her, her looks and her act.

She was planning to act her way in it. It was the only possibility.

Luckily she had another pair of shoes in her bag as she just had an interview today about what viewers could expect from The Lotus in the mud. It was the shoes the taishou and the okami gave her for her birthday. It was perfect. The only one that would have been completely appropriate for the club. She threw her sneakers in her bag and put the shoes on. She will most likely need her sneakers on the way out.

She pulled off her shirt from her jeans, buttoned off the two last ones and the three buttons of the top and adjusted the jacket. Finally she tousled her hair then smooth them until they give the somewhat haircut of Natsu in a more savage one and apply a new layer of make-up.

She inspected herself in the nearest glass of some cafe.

-Something is missing…uhmm…

Ah.

She rummaged in her bag and got out sunglass before putting it on and watching herself once more.

Well…it would have to suffice…it's the best I've got…

She looked a bit older and a bit more mature but still quite ordinary.

I won't manage any better anyway…

It's that or pretending to be a waiter and go by the backside.

She thought about for a second but decide against it.

No, it won't do, waiters are often assigned some area, I don't have any guarantee that I would be in charge of where HE is. I need to be able to move freely.

Time to act. You are used to this sort of places. You are an adult woman. You find yourself sexy and you others too. You are confident. A bit arrogant even.

Little by little Kyoko built a character that fit what she wanted then she just flew into and start walking.

She stroked the ground with her steps and move forward to the entrance. Her catwalk entrancing her demarche in a confidant sensual walk.

When she reached the security guard, she stayed there, poised in an arrogant and elegant pose. Inside, Kyoko was freaking out, She knew it couldn't work, there was no way it would but she had to try. She could still attempt the backside after.

Damn Kijima-san!

Why wasn't he a bit more conscious of the place and to who he was asking to come in. Without even helping them!

The few people before her stepped inside and the guard, a muscular but young guy unknowingly to her checked her out appreciatively. He cleared the way without a word and Kyoko let escaped a breath, relieved.

At the last minute though, he stopped her.

-Wait!

She frozed. So close to go through and afraid a bit to be humiliate.

She turned slowly: Yes?

-Can I have your number?

She blinked. Once, two, thrice.

Grasping at her character act she answered: I'm not available, sorry.

Finally inside, she trembled a bit while looking frantically left and right. Someone gave her a mask she had to wear here and she put it as an automate.

This club was really something. You had to wear masks so to not divulge or preserve your identity and then you could reveal to the people you trust. No press was allowed in it. No commoners neither minors of course. There were alcohols here and potentially not so demure behaviours. She snickered at that. If they knew she was there, they would be appalled. The club itself from what she had gathered when she searched about it in the taxi was all hush-hush. She advanced herself further and let her gaze wander. The place was very spacious, lot of alcoves, several scenes, several bars, booths. All the textures were pure luxury. Velvet black or blue carpets were covering the ground everywhere. In the same colours, velvet plush booths, pouffes, cushions. The remaining furniture were nearly exclusively in leather like couches or other seats. Silky night blue veils semi-transparent were cradling and wrapped around the diverse alcoves.

Kyoko blushed when she realised nearly anything could happen behind those veils.

Carefully she progressed on the path dividing the sides of one the aisles peeking slightly to see if she recognized him in one booth. By doing so she learned that her estimations of everything could happen in there were still very low in front of the reality and she blushed fiercely.

Eventually Kyoko spotted Kijima-san on high-seat at one of the bar but no sight of the reason she was there.

And then, there, in the farther corner of the most hidden booth, one glance on the outline of a gigantic body and she knew it was.

Found you.

Not bothering herself with talking with Kijima-san who was, by the way, nearly dead drunk, She glided in the little opening that the veils provided.