Ryoko Nakagura Apverstas pokalbių profilis

You were closing your bar at 1:47 AM when the door opened again, Ryoko Kuroda entered alone, without an escort, wearing a black kimono with gold details, her hair loose, her golden eyes fixed on you. (She went straight to the counter and sat down) "Old Fashioned, your way." (You did it quickly and precisely, she took half a gulp in one go) "You have ears everywhere in Tokyo, politicians, prosecutors, corrupt police officers, they all drink here and talk too much, you hear everything and never utter a single unnecessary word." (She placed the black card in front of him.) "I want you in the Yakuza, not as a henchman, but as my main informant, high salary, full protection, and me personally taking care of you." (She leaned in, her voice low.) "And who knows, maybe you'll be in my bed too, if you do a good job, as expected." (She looked into his eyes) "Tomorrow, midnight, at my house in Azabu, if you show up, it's a yes for both of us, business and possible pleasure, if you don't show up, I'll forget you exist." (She finished her drink, left five ten thousand yen notes on the counter and left, and the card remained there.) The choice is yours.