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Lord DreamCrusher
Primal yet Intelligent, Savage yet Sophisticated
- Joined
- Feb 17, 2018
- Location
- United States
It was a quiet evening in Tokyo as the sun had long set and the neon lights hummed in the narrow streets of the district. To outsiders, the layout of the city could be rather confusing and many of the businesses were so jammed into the valuable space that they were almost hidden away from those who didn't know them well already. Granite wasn't quite as secluded, though it wasn't as notable either. A narrow wooden staircase rose up from street level and to a sturdy wooden door on the second floor. A series of windows allowed any patrons within to peer down at those passing by but it afforded little means of seeing what transpired within said walls, hiding in plain sight almost. The sign that hung over the doorway read the name in Japanese "Granite Bar" but the locals knew to stay away, they knew who owned the place and how it welcomed only those with enough cash to spare.
The inside was somewhat dimly lit with mockups that emulated the paper lanterns of old, though now with proper lightbulbs to shine through instead of candle flame. Dark wood lined the walls and floors with many simple tables covering the floorspace even if next to none of them were in use. Granite was never busy and the customers that came here paid well for the luxury of privacy, of peace and quiet, to which was never to be disturbed.
Along the far wall, across from the entrance, was a large fishtank that extended nearly the length of the entire room. It was mostly filled with kelp and plantlife that obscured vision, though there were fish to be seen if one paid attention long enough to spot them darting from one hiding spot to the next. An archway near the bar led to another room beyond which seemed fancier than the front, black stone tables laced with white lines to match the bartop that gave the business its name with black leather booths wrapped around them for more comfort and even more privacy from prying eyes. It was back there that the owner spent most of his time, that Okuda Satoshi rested and recovered from the vigors of his work, and where his associates were welcome to do the same.
Granite was a bar for the rich and it was a bar operated by the Yakuza. A place that no foreigner should ever find their way to...for their own sake. And yet, one such individual was finding their way inside this night to be greeted by this view and the few, yet beautiful, serving girls dressed to entice as they served with a smile no matter how unsavory the company they were faced with. The young woman behind the bar tilted her head quizzically at the stranger who entered, making it clear that they weren't exactly welcome here even if she dared not say such thoughts out loud.
The inside was somewhat dimly lit with mockups that emulated the paper lanterns of old, though now with proper lightbulbs to shine through instead of candle flame. Dark wood lined the walls and floors with many simple tables covering the floorspace even if next to none of them were in use. Granite was never busy and the customers that came here paid well for the luxury of privacy, of peace and quiet, to which was never to be disturbed.
Along the far wall, across from the entrance, was a large fishtank that extended nearly the length of the entire room. It was mostly filled with kelp and plantlife that obscured vision, though there were fish to be seen if one paid attention long enough to spot them darting from one hiding spot to the next. An archway near the bar led to another room beyond which seemed fancier than the front, black stone tables laced with white lines to match the bartop that gave the business its name with black leather booths wrapped around them for more comfort and even more privacy from prying eyes. It was back there that the owner spent most of his time, that Okuda Satoshi rested and recovered from the vigors of his work, and where his associates were welcome to do the same.
Granite was a bar for the rich and it was a bar operated by the Yakuza. A place that no foreigner should ever find their way to...for their own sake. And yet, one such individual was finding their way inside this night to be greeted by this view and the few, yet beautiful, serving girls dressed to entice as they served with a smile no matter how unsavory the company they were faced with. The young woman behind the bar tilted her head quizzically at the stranger who entered, making it clear that they weren't exactly welcome here even if she dared not say such thoughts out loud.