"Well... technically, I'm not for sale. But with this much..."
The other hostess also gave a light cough, glanced at Himeko's flawless face, and blushed.
"Well... it's not that I couldn't... you wouldn't even have to pay. I'd even pay you."
This time, Himeko was the one left with question marks.
"Hiss-shoo! Navigators aren't for sale."
The Himechi Cat in Himeko's arms hissed furiously and swiped her claws, driving away the evil outsiders with ulterior motives.
"All right."
The other hostess let out a long sigh.
"So it's a no?"
Weir sighed too. Was he really not going to get to see a lesbian flick?
"What are you all so disappointed about?!"
Though the process had taken a few twists and turns, at least the outcome was good.
Himeko had successfully proven her financial means and gained admission, even inadvertently winning the hearts of both hostesses.
Entering the club, Himechi Cat looked around curiously. Dazzling colors filled the space, and the neon lights flashed so brightly they hurt her eyes.
Men and women in heavy makeup crowded the surrounding bars. Some started chewing on each other's lips mid-conversation, shuffling into small private rooms nearby as they did, after which their noises turned lewd.
The central dance floor was likewise full of people trying to make physical contact with the opposite sex.
Quite a few were trying to make physical contact with the same sex, too.
Their bodies swayed to the deafening music.
"Children shouldn't look at so much of that."
Dan Heng's broad back blocked Himechi Cat's view, preventing her from continuing to pry into the secrets between adults.
"Tch."
Himechi Cat twitched her nose and pointed a claw toward the bar. Himeko indulgently carried her over.
As it happened, these bartenders were an excellent source for anyone looking to