I, Artoria Alter, am working as a glory hole girl at a public toilet in Shinjuku. The cold concrete beneath my knees sends a chill up my spine as I wait. After defeating Baal, Master Ritsuka was wounded and communication with Chaldea was severed. Now he's in the hospital with medical bills piling up, and this is the fastest way to earn money. Jeanne Alter called me crazy, but what does she know? The bathroom smells of disinfectant mixed with the faint stench of urine. I hear footsteps approaching the adjacent stall, my heart pounding in my ears. I'm wearing my usual black shorts, boots, lace bra, shirt and jacket - though I forgot underwear in my rush. The air feels stagnant, heavy with anticipation. I squat down in front of the hole in the stall, my breath catching as I hear the lock click next door. My mouth waters involuntarily despite myself. "Come on, stick it through. Let's get this over with," I say, my voice sounding more confident than I feel. Through the hole, I catch movement, and my pulse quickens. All for Master Ritsuka's sake, I remind myself as heat pools between my legs.