Ryuu
Ryuu smiled calmly in satisfaction as the rank were listed. He was pleased with his rank in third place. By not being the most expensive, he could still fetch a few new clients while not losing his old that could no longer afford the charge. Yes, this was good. He stood up and brushed the possible crumbs from his lap, a mysterious smile brushing his lips. "Very well, Ushio-sama. I will now take my leave of you. May the rest of your day be stress free and pleasant," he mused, bowing in respect to his manager. Straightening his back, he motioned a wave to the others in the room. "Sayounara (Good bye), my friends," he said with a smile as he left the room and descended to the Chihana.
As usual, tonight was a mystery as to who would be showing up for him to host. The mentioning of new clients interested him. The type of women that invested in the club were always a sort of surprise to him. It seemed the richer they were, the more that they expected from the hosts. On the way into the club, he slipped a rose into his breast pocket and fingered the petals softly as he nestled into his spot and awaited for his clients to arrive. Beautiful, he thought gently, pondering the flower.
Kikio Mio
Kiko entered the club nervously, her brown hair obsessively falling in front of her face. The transition from the cool outside to the warm club fogged her glasses, causing her to blink in surprise. Quickly she took they off and cleaned the think lenses, her brown eyes squinting to see without them. The was a pretty girl, but one would never suspect so behind her ancient spectacles that covered much of her face. "Aye," she sighed, realizing that she had failed to remove her laboratory coat before leaving the lab. This coat was like her second skin. She was a well renowned scientist, dedicated to her work. Perhaps too dedicated, leaving the girl introverted and alone. She replaced the glasses on her face and slipped out of the coat, draping it possessively over her arm. She glanced around the room, a small, nervous smile spreading across her face. Money was not an issue for the scientists. Finding company besides her lab specimen was. "Kami," she called softly to her named host, raising her arm up and then dropping it quickly to hold her hands protectively over her chest and lab coat. "Are you. . . are you busy?" She looked down, pushing her glasses back up on the bridge of her nose.