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[It's pure chance that brought Fujiko Mine here. She'd stumbled across the website purely by coincidence, and had browsed it, faintly amused. Was this how girls these days were finding their sugar daddies? It makes her feel old. When she'd been their age, she'd had to find perverted older men and women the old-fashioned way, in person.

She'd never gotten the luxury of saying "no touching," either.

She'd responded to one on a lark, curious where it would lead to, and it's led her to this small bar with a girl ten years her junior, chatting idly over food and drink. The girl seems pleasant enough. She's a flirt, which Fujiko respects in her own way, particularly since she's made it clear that she's not really into women. It's a simple job, to her.

Jobs are never simple when Fujiko Mine is concerned. Thus far, she has been a perfect customer, abiding by the rules, but she's always planned a change of pace from the beginning. This was how she'd gotten her start, after all. Perhaps the girl will learn her lesson and change her ways.

If not, Fujiko will have enjoyed herself nonetheless.] I have to say, Iroha-chan, you're a much better conversationalist than most girls your age. I've really enjoyed this.

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[Iroha's hardly got the baggage for this. Parents she doesn't get along with, a crush who'd been cold to her. That's all it takes for her to wind up here. Not that 'here' is that terrible.

She's been with a few men now, and all she's had to do is indulge them, flirt with them a little, slap their hands away, and take her money. She's sure they don't really care about what she has to say, but it's a chance to indulge her ego. Besides. Them wanting to touch her but not being able to means she has the power.

Being a teenage girl, and one who's already been written off by her classmates as a slut, that's a pretty rare thing. She savors it.]

Aw, you're totally just saying that, Mine-san. You might be a woman, but I still know a fake compliment when I see one. When you say 'much better conversationalist,' you mean 'way nicer legs,' right?

[She uncrosses then recrosses those legs, leans in closer. It's not like she has the soul of a poet dying to get out. When those girls call her shallow, they're not wrong. Iroha likes good-looking guys, she likes money, and she likes not having to work that hard.

She just still has a brain ticking away behind it all. A pretty sharp one, at that. It's nice to have these exercises for it, these excuses to banter and tease and keep herself in control even though she really shouldn't have control over adults. Sure, she has to use her body for it, but it's not like they're actually seeing it or touching it. Letting them pretend they could for a little bit isn't going to kill her.]

Welll, I say that, but iunno if that's what other girls go for. Maybe you're more into my darling face? Ah, sorry, I'm sure that line works in a gay bar or something, but for a straight girl it's a little... [She's got power in this way too, she thinks.

Not that she cares that her client's a woman. She just knows that some people do, and reminding Fujiko of that divide between them keeps Iroha in control. She's the 'normal' one, after all.]

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[Fujiko laughs, taking the glass of liquor that's next to her empty plate and giving the amber liquid a swirl before sipping it.] Do I really seem like the sort of shallow woman to be swayed by such things? I must be losing my touch.

[She sets the glass down, folding her fingers together and resting her sharp chin atop them. She pretends to be studying Iroha's face; in reality, she's committed it to memory by now.] Your face really is innocent. Not at all the face of a girl who does what you do. Not that I'm complaining, mind you~

But I suppose you're really quite insistent that I won't get to kiss it at the end of the night, hmm?

[Iroha's been called a lot of things to her face before, but 'innocent''s never been one of them. She chews on the compliment for a second as she sips on her water - not because she's never had booze before, but because she just doesn't like getting drunk with a client. For obvious reasons.]

Jeez. You could sweep a girl off her feet if she was even a little bit gay. I've even falling for you a bit.

Kidding. [Iroha sticks her tongue out.]

Maybe for another twenty-thousand yen, I'd be a little nicer? Good service doesn't come cheap.

Oh, it'd be on the cheek, though. Sorry. My service doesn't get that good until we hit the two-hundred thousand range.

You see? Every girl has a price. I'll give you some advice for free, Iroha-chan; life's all about negotiating that price. [She sets her purse on the table, pulling a tube of lipstick out of it, which she begins to reapply on her lips, a rich scarlet.

She'd also plucked a single white pill from a pocket, concealing it in her palm with the sleight of hand she's honed over decades.] But playing hard to get might drive away as many repeat customers as it collects.

I'd say we should go dancing, but I believe our contract was only for dinner, wasn't it? What a pity.

Maybe if I haven't driven you away, we can make plans to dance next time, Mine-san. [Iroha likes her, she thinks. It's nice to have another woman she can talk to - they've talked about things no man would ever ask about, bonded over little things.

Iroha isn't stupid enough to think she's a friend, or anything. They've both got angles and they're both working them. But the date hasn't been unpleasant.]

People like a chase, don't they? Not getting something you want is as fun as getting it. And if they keep chasing, they keep paying.

It's not like I'm going to do this forever, anyway. I just want a bit more money before I go to university. [And this is getting her a lot of money, very quickly.

She's so wrapped up in the conversation, the odd movements of Fujiko's hands don't even cross her mind. The way her palm stays closed tight even as she applies the lipstick.]

I wouldn't mind seeing more of you, Mine-san. - Unless you turn that around with 'Likewise' or something. That'd be kinda gross. You're seeing all the me you're going to see.

[She laughs at her own joke, turns her head away and buries her face in her sleeve.

And her own drink is completely out of her line of sight.]

[Instantly, as soon as Iroha is looking away from her drink, Fujiko's hand slips out to tease the flowers in the vase on the side of the table almost nonchalantly. On its way there, she discreetly drops the tablet into Iroha's glass. It dissolves instantly in a shower of bubbles, being completely odorless and tasteless.] You're thinking about your future. That's admirable for a girl still in school. When I was your age, I wasn't nearly as forward-thinking.

[She pulls her hand back from playing with the flowers, tilting her head to the side and giving Iroha a sunny, lopsided smile.] Are you sure about that? Everyone has their price, after all.

Why, if we went dancing, I might want to do something scandalous like put my hands on your hips.

I suppose that will just have to wait for another time, though. It really has been lovely. [She beckons the waitress over and deals with the bill.]

[Of course, the client dealing with the bill is just a nice perk. Iroha hadn't had much to eat anyway - gotta watch her figure.

She smiles at Fujiko and finishes the rest of her water in one long gulp - then coughs. It felt like something went down the wrong pipe? Ugh.]

Ehhh? That totally is scandalous, Mine-san. You act all classy, but you really are a perv, huh? Mm...

[Iroha starts to move, to get up herself - but she stumbles for a second. Is one of her legs asleep? She rocks them both back and forth, then shakes her head.]

Jeez. We must have been sitting down for too long. My legs feel all weird.

[Blood-red lips turn upwards in a saccharine smile.] More than you know, my dear. [Bait set, bait taken, now to reel her in. Fujiko counts the seconds in her head as she stands and gathers her things. Three, two...

When Iroha stumbles, she reaches out to lightly grab her by the elbow, steadying her.] Everything all right, Iroha-chan? I usually don't make girls go weak in the knees until much later on a date. [She teases, though she knows full well what's really happening to her. There's a reason she's staying at a hotel just down the block.]

[Iroha glances up at Fujiko when her elbow is grabbed - there's a sort of surprise, in her eyes. This is one of her boundaries, after all.

... Well, she held hands with a guy once. This isn't much different. She murmurs, sleepily.]

Musta ate something weird. I'll just sleep it off on the way home. Thanks for everything, Mine-san. [She's already been paid, after all. She can just leave.

She tries to pull away from Fujiko - and then stumbles again.]

... What're you...

[Fujiko doesn't let go of her arm, instead stepping in front of her to peer in at her face. She allows her expression to be one of worry and concern as she leans in, reaching up to brush hair off Iroha's forehead so that she can press the back of her hand to it.] Dear, you're burning up. Are you sure you aren't coming down with something?

Come on, I know a place where you can sit back and rest. It's very close by. You need to get hydrated, darling.

[Without another word, she begins guiding Iroha out of the restaurant while she can still walk. The hotel is just a few buildings down.]

[Iroha's mind is racing, even though her body's so sluggish. Fujiko's been good to her. But this is weird. She feels so uncoordinated that it's scary - this isn't what getting sick feels like. Her face is burning up. She doesn't want to go wherever Fujiko's taking her, she wants to be back home, in bed.]

I should call... [Who? Her parents? Of course not. She doesn't have any real friends, and the only guy she'd trust with this is also the last one she'd want to know about this. It'd confirm every bad thing he's ever thought about her.

She stumbles, again, is forced to lean against Fujiko.]

I don' wanna... you should take me home, Mine-san...

[Somewhere, deep inside her heart, Fujiko feels a little sympathy for the poor girl. It's easy for her to remember being in this exact position, after all, once upon a time. Ah well, all the more reason to help her harden her heart.] Shh, shh... I don't have a car, and I can't well put you in a taxi at this rate, can I? That'd be so irresponsible of me.

[She guides her down the block to the lobby of her hotel, making a little tipsy-tipsy sign at the front desk and sighing. They look at her with sympathy. Nobody suspects something. Nobody ever suspects a woman who looks like she does.

Before Iroha knows it, they're in the elevator.] Come on, Iroha-chan. You can sit down and I'll get you some water. You look like you're feeling terrible.

[Iroha doesn't want their sympathy. She wants their help. She thinks about telling the front desk that she doesn't know this woman, that she's underage.

But she's scared. Iroha's felt a lot of things in her life - frustration, self-pity, depression - but never this sort of primal fear. Fujiko's scaring her. The fact that she can't control herself is scaring her. She mumbles and slurs and grips tighter onto Fujiko's arm, halfway to crying.

They're in the elevator, and just the motion of it going up makes Iroha feel like she's about to throw up.]

Mine-san, I feel all hot... n' stuff... [She couldn't describe where she feels hot. It's not her forehead, like when she's sick. It's not her hands or cheeks either, like when she's nervous or embarrassed. It's in the pit of her stomach. Like when she touches herself.

But that shouldn't be the case. At all. What could be turning her on right now?

She stumbles out of the elevator when it opens. lurching against the door to Fujiko's room. When Fujiko opens it, she just falls onto the floor. Her legs don't even feel like they're working.

She drags herself away from the door with her palms as realization dawns on her.]

Mine-san, did you... [She must have put something in her drink. Iroha's never done drugs, but she's had friends who have. This - sort of - matches their descriptions.]

I know you do, sweetie. It's all right. You're just coming down with something. [Yeah, with a case of designer narcotics she picked up on the black market in Macau. Fujiko normally uses these to seduce marks. Here, she's just having a good time.

She lets go of Iroha's elbow when they're in the room, moving to close -- and lock -- the door behind her. She turns back to Iroha, and her expression has shifted. Her eyes are more narrow, and the concern on her face seems more fake, now.] Did I do what? [She's not expecting an answer as she closes in on Iroha, reaching up to gently cup the side of her face.]

Here's what I didn't tell you, Iroha-chan. I got my start doing this same thing. I thought it was all fun. It led me down a very different path than I thought it was going to. It's best if you learn to quit before it reaches that part.

Really, I'm doing you a favor when you think about it.

[Then she kisses her.]

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