Kabukicho buzzed with activity at night, its neon signs blazing in brilliance, a colorful dance of light. Shops of every variety stood shoulder to shoulder, but the most common were the countless bars, nightclubs, karaoke joints, seafood stalls, and grilled chicken eateries.
Tattooed Yakuza would come here to vent their desires and conduct business, while exhausted office workers, drained by their employers by day, would seek further exploitation...
But Xiu Xin Aoyama didn't favor the women from such places—disreputable as he was, he preferred the women of high society.
