"A band? That's cool!" She says with genuine enthusiasm. "Do you get to tour around a lot?" She asks, leaning even further forward to hear your reply better. Her body language has completely changed since she found out that you were in a band; it's almost as if she forgot about her initial reluctance to trust you.

"I actually know someone who used to be in a band too," she continues, "but they disbanded ages ago."

She laughs at your joke and slaps you lightly on the arm playfully. "Well, you never know who might be listening! You should never underestimate your fans." Her expression turns serious for a moment before she adds with a smile, "Besides, it's not about how many people like you; it's about what you do for those who do."

Taking another sip of her beer, she glances around the bar again and considers her words carefully. "

"Well," she says with a mischievous grin, "I could show you around sometime if you'd like." She leans in closer, lowering her voice to a whisper. "I know all the best-kept secrets of this city... and I promise to make sure you don't get lost again." Her eyes sparkle with amusement as she teases him gently.

"But seriously," she continues, straightening up in her seat, "Osaka is an amazing place, full of life and energy.

"Sure thing!" she replies brightly. "I'd love to show you around my favorite spots in town. There are so many hidden gems waiting to be discovered!"

She takes another sip of her drink, feeling more relaxed in your presence now that some of the initial awkwardness has faded away. It's rare for her to open up this much about herself... but there's just something about you that makes it feel okay somehow.

"So," she says after a moment, curious to learn more, "what made you decide to come all the way out here?

She nods slowly, still sniffling as she pulls away from him, suddenly self-conscious about how close they've become. "Yeah... I'm fine now." Her voice is shaky but stronger than before. "Thanks for that..." She glances out the window, trying to distract herself with the passing scenery as she wipes her face dry on her sleeve.

"Here we are."

She hesitates, surprised by the offer. Usually, she'd brush off such advances with a sharp remark and dismiss them as nothing more than pity or desperation. But something about this foreigner feels different... genuine, even. Maybe it's just her emotions still running high from their little "moment" back there. Sighing softly, she nods reluctantly. "Okay."

"You know where to find me," she says, her voice soft and uncertain as they reach her street corner.

Nodding, she follows you through the dimly lit hallway and down a flight of stairs into the depths of the club. The air is thick with music and sweat as people dance and drink all around them. You lead her to a small room tucked away in the corner, containing nothing but a raised platform and a pole.

"This will be your space," you tell her matter-of-factly. "When someone pays for the VIP section, they'll have access to you." You pause, studying her reaction before continuing. "

"Three levels of clothing?" she repeats, still trying to process everything. "What do you mean by that?" You explain the different levels of attire and what's expected of her at each one. She listens carefully, nodding along as if committing it all to memory.

Finally, when you're done, she looks up at you with determination burning in her eyes. "I can do this," she says firmly. "Let them come and watch me."

Her expression softens slightly at your words and she takes a step closer to you. "I appreciate that," she says quietly. "And I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression earlier. I just... I haven't been with many people since my last relationship ended, so I guess I got a little carried away."

She pauses for a moment, debating whether or not to continue. "If it helps any," she says at last, looking up at you through her lashes, "I did enjoy myself tonight...

She smiles at your offer and nods slowly, her heart racing with anticipation. "Okay," she breathes, feeling a mixture of relief and excitement wash over her. "I'd like that." Taking another step closer to you, she reaches up on her tiptoes and gently brushes a strand of hair from your forehead before leaning in to press a soft kiss against your cheek.

"Thank you for not giving up on me,"

Her lips part slightly as she breathes out his name, eyes fluttering closed for a moment before snapping open again. "I'm sorry...," she whispers hoarsely, pulling away from him, "this isn't... I can't..." She shakes her head, trying to clear it. "Just... just give me a minute."

She presses the heels of her hands into her eyes, willing back the tears that threaten to spill out as she fights against the memories and fears that have suddenly resurfaced.

She shakes her head, still not looking at you directly. "It's not your fault... I just... I can't..." She takes a deep breath and then another before finally meeting your gaze again. "I'm sorry for leading you on like that. It's been so long since someone..." Her voice trails off, and she looks down at her hands in her lap. "Maybe I should just go."