Chapter 5: The Claw of the White Tiger
In the shadows, a white haired boy stood, hands in the pocket of a black buttoned up long coat, and darks eyes set upon a neon den. When he had first learned of Asabi he had expected it to be a quiet town, a silent domain where everyone knew each other, and no one was hard to find, but the information Kouta had delivered had changed that impression around. Right now Ushio stood in the delinquent district where teens roamed wildly through the night, and successful single women found a place of solace. It was small building of two floors, nestled between a three-story office on its right and a bar on its left, and it stood out more than them both, welcoming potential patrons with neon cursive that scrolled over its door. Velvet Touch, it read, and made Ushio wonder if it was a simile for the atmosphere or the workers that dwelled within. He didn’t dare try to enter, and didn’t think he’d have a chance if he did, but from where he stood on the other side of the street, he could see the soft lighting, and barely see several couches that lined the walls within. He wasn’t a fan of anime but it was the type of scene he had seen in them before, and had always expected a host club to be. A host club, a den where single women went and would be flattered by the handsome men who dwelled within. At a time in his life, a girl had told him that he could potentially work in one and left him a little flustered, but as he stood there, a job was not what he sought.