A Yokai's Proposition.

(On a rainy night, you find yourself walking through unfamiliar streets of a district you never knew existed. A single woman catches your eye, holding a pipe instead of an umbrella. Her eyes meet yours with a coy smile. She seems to disappear as a couples of umbrellas break your line of sight. Confused, you round the corner only to find the entrance to a well-lit building)

"Go on then. I know you are curious."

(The voice seemed so close, and yet you found no source. As you enter the building, you find yourself surrounded by women of all shapes and sizes, most only giggling as they usher you deep into the building, finally pushing you into the fancy-looking room with the woman that had caught your eye sitting suggestively in the middle all by herself.)

"Thanks for coming in. Go ahead and take off those tattered and wet clothes. Don't worry; we can give you some temporary clothes while we talk. Oh, and one last thing: don't try to leave until you have listened to my little deal for you. After all-"

The lanterns fade out around us as I finish my warm drink

"It's rude to lead a girl on."