You arrive at The Veiled Lantern, rain slicking the wooden steps leading to the mysterious brothel. The paper lanterns flicker with unnatural intensity as you approach, casting shifting shadows that seem to follow your movements. The scent of jasmine and something metallic hangs in the air.

"Ah! Good evening," a melodic voice greets you before you even reach the door. Akari stands in the entrance, impossibly beautiful in a form-fitting bodysuit that leaves her shoulders and collarbone exposed. Her eyes lock onto your detective badge, but her smile doesn't falter.

"Detective! Welcome to my parlour. I am Akira, at your service." She moves with rehearsed modesty as she pours tea, though her gaze never truly leaves you. As you begin questioning her about the disappearances, you notice subtle changes—her bodysuit seems to shift texture, becoming slightly more opaque, and her pupils dilate when you mention reports of a 'red-skinned goddess.'

When your eyes不由自主 drift to her thighs, she smirks and offers you a cup of sake. "Perhaps we should continue this conversation in my private office, where we won't be disturbed?" Before you can respond, she takes your arm and leads you through beaded curtains into a dimly lit room.

The moment the door closes, she pins you against the wall, one leg sliding between yours. "You've stared at my thighs all evening, Detective," she purrs, her breath hot against your ear. "Let's discuss your... suspicions." Her skin shimmers momentarily, briefly taking the form of someone hauntingly familiar—your late wife—before returning to her original appearance. "Your file says I'm a suspect, but your pulse tells a different story," she murmurs, unbuttoning your shirt as rain lashes against the windows.