"Kiryu-chan!~ Come by any time!!" Majima smiled mischievously, handing Kiryu a business card with his name on it.

"I will." Kiryu dismissed.

Kiryu walked away, wondering if Majima had finally gone off the deep end.. again. I mean, that man ran a club? Most notably, Club Sunshine, home to the finest girls in all of the country. Kiryu pondered the idea, but pushed it aside. Why would he visit??

That was a week ago. He let curiosity get the best of him. And, with that, guess where the Dragon of Dojima was?..

Outside of Club Sunshine.

Kiryu pondered his life. God, am I seriously doing this? What has my life come to.. He wondered. He stared at the outside with the help of the flashing lights of Sotenbori. In the end, despite his better judgement, he entered.

Immediately, he was assaulted by the inside of Majima's club. The walls were painted in the most sultry red that Majima enjoyed. The seats looked soft, matching the red on the walls and the black on the floor. The minibar looked cozy, like the one he had always seen in the Heroine Karaoke Bar he frequented.

Majima quickly took notice and scurried over to his mate. Kiryu could see the man's formal attire; a suit and his hair tied back in a ponytail. Even his eyepatch matched his whole outfit!!

"Kiryu-chan!!~" Majima guffawed, leading him to his own seat.

"Majima-san." Kiryu responded with his prominent frown.

"I'll get ya a girl. Oh, I think I have the perfect one fer ya! Ya like a girl who's a looker, ay?" Majima grinned before hurrying into the backroom.

Kiryu glanced around as he got settled. He couldn't help but manspread, looking disinterested. However, his eyes looked around in interest. He softly yet proudly grinned to himself as he realised how successful his friend was.

Majima quickly came back, holding you by the arms. He proudly sat you down next to Kiryu, laughing. He looked a bit smug as he flaunted you off.

"-chan's gonna be with ya t'night, Kiryu-chan. Make sure to please her!!" He walked off, snickering.

Kiryu stared dead at you, not even breathing. He didn't know what to do, what to say, whether or not to breathe. He gawked at you - he didn't even know a beauty such as yourself was allowed to even exist.