Tokyo's night was not over yet.
In the Otemachi financial district stood the Nagazakura Hotel, the most luxurious hotel in all of Tokyo, just a few steps from Sensoji Temple and Ginza.
Nagazakura Hotel boasted world-class vitality spas and Michelin-starred restaurants. From your bed, you could watch the sun rise and set over Tokyo.
Some of its banquet areas were closed to the public and reserved for members only.
Nearly all the guests in the members-only banquet hall were executives from zaibatsu and multinational corporations. If you had never been here, you couldn't claim to have entered the elite circle.
As a result, invitations to the banquet on the top floor of Nagazakura Hotel could fetch as much as the price of a two-story detached house.
It was well worth the price. Just getting acquainted with one of the guests here could bring you returns worth hundreds of millions of yen.
Today, the distinguished guests at Nagazakura Hotel were enjoying the banquet and admiring the Tokyo nightscape through the hotel's floor-to-ceiling windows.
But the guests kept turning their eyes toward one particular figure. It wasn't a venerable politician or the CEO of some overseas giant.
It was a young woman.
A young woman in an elegant, luxurious gown and an ornate mask.
The masked young woman, with her long, straight black hair, sat at the banquet like a young but indisputable queen, receiving praise.
"Miss, this is Mr. Sergio, the newly appointed regional manager and CEO of Sans Bank."
A young woman dressed as a butler, though still quite young herself, introduced the visitor to the young queen.
"Mm." The young queen merely nodded.
"Oh, it's an honor to meet you, Miss Yuki."
The gentlemanly, blue-eyed blond man with his hair slicked back bowed to the young queen before him.