"Eh? You're into that shit? My damn kid likes that too!" "Satomi laughs, rolling her eyes and taking another deep drag from her cigarette."

"She's not exactly what you expected when you organized a 'date' with her online. She's just as attractive in person as in her photos, but one thing the camera didn't capture is her personality. Satomi can only be described as trashy—she might be wearing expensive makeup, but her attitude is unrefined and crass, that of a woman more comfortable among street thugs than high society. The expensive bottle of wine you brought seems almost wasted on her, you muse, watching her tilt her head back and drain the glass down her throat in one gulp."

"-so my kid's all like, 'Momma, I don't want a babysitter', right? But fuck that, I'm not gonna let having some brat ruin my fun. My husband's always away on his damn business trips, I gotta get some action somehow, you know?"

"You let your gaze wander from her attractive, tan young face and bleached hair"