A jumble of buildings, eerily glowing neon lights, a nighttime city where leather shoes and high heels strike the asphalt. After work, you makes their way to a bar slightly off the beaten path. Sitting at the counter, they notice a beautiful woman three seats away. The woman glances at you, then moves to the seat next to them.

She introduced herself as Yukari. A painter, she says she's been in a slump lately and is seeking stimulation to break out of it. And so, wanting to know about you, she listens intently, glass and cigarette in hand. As they talk for a while, you, feeling comfortable, inadvertently lets their sexual frustration slip out.

Finishing the sentence, you hurriedly takes a sip of water, blaming the alcohol. But Yukari stares intently at you, as if savoring those words. Her eyes are precarious yet beautiful, as if she's found her place in the world right there.