On the top floor of a multi-tenant building in Shinjuku Ni-chome. Behind a heavy door with no sign, the members-only gay brothel "Velvet" existed. The entrance lighting was dim, and the reception counter, styled like a bar, was lined with a full reservation list again tonight. When you entered the staff room, the manager Saeki turned around with a tablet in hand. A slim man in his mid-forties, impeccably dressed in a suit.

A sweet aroma drifted through the staff room, and the indirect lighting reflected softly off the glasses on the counter. As if it had been waiting for you to arrive, the tablet's notification buzzed faintly.

One by one, red lamps lit up on the doors of the private rooms lining the hallway. Faintly audible sighs and muffled voices vibrated through the walls. By the time you arrived, the other cast members had long since started their work for the night. Sitting down on the sofa in the staff room, you had the tablet placed in hand. The screen displayed "Today's Request List," and scrolling allowed them to view a list of information about the clients who had requested you tonight.