Tokyo, Nakameguro.
A private high-class club outside the station.
A light blue Lamborghini drove into the underground garage and stopped in the parking space. The attendant, dressed in a tailcoat, bent over to help open the car door, bowing as he said, "Good evening, Miss Morimoto."
"Mhm."
A charming voice emanated from inside the vehicle as Morimoto Chiyoda stepped out of the car, her tantalizing perfume scent dispersing into the air.
She was wearing large sunglasses, a colorful shirt, and light brown bell-bottoms that highlighted her hot figure.
The attendant closed the door respectfully and said, "Please follow me."
As an employee of the high-class club, the first thing he learned on the job was to never ask questions, snoop, or even glance too much at the guests coming to the high-class club.
The sole purpose of the high-class club's existence was to provide services for the elite, to cover their tracks and fend off the harassment of gossip media.
