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The place was gross. That's all that Marina had to say about it. She wasn't someone who enjoyed the raw hedonism of being doted on and served by ikemen. If it was someone else's hobby, that was their business alone. Though, a part of her was glad that it wasn't extraordinarily busy. Would have made it harder and more embarrassing. Still though, information often came from the strangest of places. Even if it was this bizarre land of service and niceties, she was willing to tough it out.

[b][color=EAE6C9]"Ever seen this man?"[/color][/b] She asked Kenshin. From the pocket of her jacket, she produced an image that had been printed out. It was a still from a security camera inside of a liquor store inside of the red light district. While the image was only a print out, it still retained enough quality for the semi-unique visage of the figure to be visible. A constant snarky sneer, half of his ashen black hair being bleached white, piercings to match his hair. [b][color=EAE6C9]"A bottle of sake sounds good, though."[/color][/b]

She'd see where this takes her. She had all of the time in the world.