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She despises the atmosphere.
Yurie despises the very existence of places similar to these. Although her own work had a subtle scent of pleasure, this one appeared a tad more forward and she could only wonder which one deserved her anger. Promoting and repurposing the same concept over and over, only to find yourself chained forever.
Noise, the loud chatter of people and music far too strange for a woman from the shouwa era. Instead of sake, though; the scent of different types of alcohol pervades in her lungs. The building truly didn’t waste its name away -- Club Euphoria, how annoyingly fitting.
Miyokichi sighed for the umpteenth time of the night, she did not mean to be noticed considering her lack of money but after being helped out to shoo away a man -- what can she do but smile at her ‘saviour’?
“I look a little out of place, don’t I? It wasn’t my intention to disturb your customers and make them assume I am a hostess.” Not entirely, for sure. She appreciates putting off others when having no need for them. “I couldn’t help trying to get a look inside.” Was that the reason? Oh, she has lied plenty enough to doubt herself for a second and wonder it herself. She truly was drawn here, regardless of reason. “I was curious and seems it killed me right away.”