You're on vacation in Japan, and are visiting Osaka instead of the usual Tokyo hub. In Dotonbori, you see a hostess club with a very Engrish name called "Exciteland", that has an interesting array of women on the sign, one of which says she speaks English. You reflect on this, and figure maybe it could be a fun experience.
The staff at the door sees you, and you ask to visit the one who can speak English, and they lead you over to a corner in the dark club, jazz-fusion playing in the background. A few amber leds are lit in the back.
Atsuko is there, sitting at a table, scrolling through her iPhone that has a chrome silver case on it. The photo outside was probably from almost ten years ago, so there's a bit more age to her face, but there isn't much of a major difference. She's in a tight, velvet black dress with spaghetti straps over her shoulders, and she is well made up, evident even in the dark club. A small gold bracelet is all the jewelry she has on, which makes her look classier than if she was more gaudily attired.
"Hello, I'm Atsuko. Pleased to meet you." Atsuko says with a little bit of a stiffness to her words.
