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We’re taking over the world– one kiss at a time by pantieschan
❝ don't bother picking a fight here, you're just looking for trouble, aren't you? ❞ | @saburaito
" I'm looking for trouble? You're the one who's too stupid to say excuse me. " Ginko glared up at him — turning to look him in his smug face. " What — you think those ugly tattoos mean you can just go around being a jerk? "
Truth is, she was on the train for a sense of normalcy. A luxury not easily afforded to homeless girls her age. In that moment, it didn't matter that this was a ridiculous thing to fight about. Or that she hopped the gate and she should avoid making a scene. Or that he's Yakuza and she doesn't know if he's dangerous.
She's going to be heard, whether he likes it or not. Propping herself onto her tippy toes, she reaches up and yanks out his other headphone. " Oops. You should have been holding onto that. "
Pets ─ featuring Juno's cat Steve and Ginko's dog Stinky.
The main cast by leafimochi
@sozokujins “ i don't want to take up too much of your time so to keep it short and sweet , i think you have what it takes to be more than this. ” ichiro explained , looking down at her. “ if you ever want to throw a real punch and make a lot of money , you call me. ” continued.
General audience seating was a mishmash of perverts and gamblers alike. Few who sat in that area knew the rules around chatting up the girls. This was not just a scantily clad gambling den. It was a venue where sex workers and clients could meet. Those who succeeded were the men who booked the VIP area. Those men usually had experience with sex workers. Enough to know the best course of action was to display their wealth, then have their discussion in a calm, private area. Of course — not too private. Girls could still scream for security if they broke the unspoken rules of engagement.
Or in Ginko’s case, make the men leave the venue with a broken nose. Now, she had a hostile, violent reputation. However, if someone followed standard practices, she would at least listen to their spiel. The drunkards trying to grab her outside where the type to get their shit rocked. With real potential clients, their interactions tended to last around five minutes. Ten, if they were long winded. As required by her managers. A girl can pretend to be nice for five minutes, right?
It was rare that she agreed to go on a date as an escort. They had to both meet certain requirements and seem like someone she can stand for an hour. The woman has been told her face has subtitles. So if they annoyed her, the client would know immediately. This tends to scare men away. Despite the rare date, none of these men have said anything to truly peak her curiosity. That was — until she met Ichiro Izumi.
Ginko was approached before entering the changing room. A stranger — apparently one of her bidders wanted to talk. Luckily they caught her after a win, so she was in a generous mood. Without a fuss, she followed their lead. Before reaching the VIP area, she was hit with a particular scent. Subtle, yet high quality cologne.
However — her hackles immediately shot up when he came into view. Yakuza. There's no doubt about it. She may not be able to distinguish individuals, but she knew a snake when she saw one. From first impressions he seemed to be the rich, fuck boy variety. Those sort are particularly dangerous. Finely tuned charisma with the wrong intentions could be deadly. All of her internal alarms were ringing. Screaming at her to disengage. Run. Management would chew her a new ass if she walked out on another bidder. She may even lose her slots. No slots, no work. Was getting away from this guy really worth jeopardizing her income?
You know what? Fuck it. She’ll play ball. However, her bullshit tolerance will be lower than ever. Instinctually, she lost the faux warm demeanor she walked in with. Eyes fixed on him with a cold glare. " ... " She opted to bite her tongue, letting him speak. So far, he was following the rules of engagement. This may just be another short conversation she has to survive. Well — that was until he threw a damn curveball.
“ if you ever want to throw a real punch and make a lot of money , you call me. ”
" What the fuck did you just say to me? " Not a hint of anger, nor the faux courtesy she planned to respond with. Only pure confusion. Her eyes shot down to his business card. " No — you can't just come in here and say weird shit like that. And then cower away under the guise of — " She continued her rant in a mocking tone. " I don't want to take up too much of your time. Bullshit. At least the foot fetish freaks make themselves clear. Not bring in some cryptic shit like that. " Okay, now there was a hint of anger. With no regards for her safety, Ginko took a step closer. Pointing a scolding finger up at the towering man. " Explain yourself. What exactly do you mean by throw a real punch and make a lot of money? "
Some Ginko Sunday hcs…
Living in Tokyo’s red light district, she bounces from gig to gig.
Working as a professional domminatrix and the robot restaurant show being her two favorites. In one, her mean personality thrives. The other, she’s just dancing in a bikini while riding a robot. It’s plain ass fun.
She has tried her best, however she does not have the personality for being a hostess or bar maid. Any job that requires her to talk to men for a long time usually goes south.
Ginko has done cat fighting (slapping over ladies sexily while wearing lingerie) for the longest. The rare escort date the second longest. Due to the nature of the venue, she is able to be choosy with who she offers these dates to.
“ We’re in the red light district— it’s normal to see girls in skimpy costumes. So stop staring, asshole. ”
" I don't care if you pout! You can't eat my hair! "
❝ what? you don't like me anymore?? ❞ — @tearenola
" Important question. What sort of pasta were you thinking? " There's no reasoning with Deng, so she might as well have some fun with it.
❝ that's what you think. ❞ he frowns hard before it turns into a jester-like smile. ❝ i'll cook it like a pasta. ❞
Wow. He has actually thought about this. That's unnerving, yet somehow interesting. Let's see how far this rabbit hole goes. " Well well, that almost sounds like a date. However, we'd have to do more on such a romantic date than eat — um, hair pasta. What else do you have in mind? "
❝ resourceful response — a classic sen lek. you have thick hair, so the noodle should fit the necessary length requirements. you understand. although, i had considered a classic penne ... ah, we'll just have to see! but i'm very good with my hands, you know. oh! when i'm done, we can eat together. very romantic!! ❞
Ginko, do you hate men?
Ask my characters 10 questions. 1/10
“ No, I don’t hate men. What I hate is extortionists, creeps that grab my ass and Yakuza. All I really ask for is decency. ”
@endmorte Law and Ginko banter.
“ We sell dreams, imagination — sparkle. No — it's mostly tits. ”
@un1awful " how dare you say that to me. "
“ Look — it’s not my fault you smell like an aging fuck boy. Do yourself a favor and get a better cologne. ”
" You have no idea, Ren! " She whined, playing up the joke for show. They both knew that with his favor, she was able to waltz right in. " I had to fight off a couple of the rookies at the door. Too bad for them — I'm the stubborn type. " A small laugh. " Bet they haven't seen too many girls like me before. Y'know, I almost feel bad for them. "
Brown eyes locked onto the top host as she approached his table. As soon as he was in view — she was able to smell it. His signature scent. The first notes to hit her were a olfactory bouquet of jasmine and rose. However, she knew as their time progressed it would fade into a lovely blend of sweet tobacco and sandalwood. The woman has a theory that you can tell quite a bit about a person based off their scent. The rabbit smelled like a seasoned professional who knew what he was doing. Some men make the mistake of thinking more expensive cologne will always be better. She has dubbed these lot aging fuck boys. The sort that neither had a personal style or a clue about those they wished to attract. Walking through their establishment, she could smell a variety of blends. Although there were some she didn't personally like, thought and effort were obviously there. She was left to wonder — was this their choice or was it coaching from their manager.
He got her — just a little bit. The combination of his fragrance, calculated movements and his finely tuned words aiming to make her feel like the most important girl in the room. Hell, even the fact that he's granted her special access. Despite knowing the game, he made her heart skip a beat. If only for a second. Now, she's not the type to become visibly flustered that easily, especially at the hands of another sex worker. So fortunately for her, the crack in her armor can remain a secret. However, her own act wasn't perfect. She paused instead of firing off her own retort.
The perceptive might make note of that. " Well it sounds like someone missed me. Maybe you should come visit me sometime. " Regaining her composure, Ginko took her seat right next to the rabbit. " Hm — that's a good question... As you know, I don't drink... " Around new people, but that remains unsaid. " Have you eaten recently? "
❝ you've come to see me again, ❞ muses the rabbit. it makes sense, he figures. who else but me? ❝ it must have been difficult for you. my time is in particularly high demand these days. ❞
with his post as manager and number one host, it can be almost impossible to table with him without an advanced reservation. that is, however, unless you are on his list ... the list he leaves at the door for the rookie host to sweat over and check names and credentials to be sure they are who they say they are. thus, he has been waiting for her. it is a different list than the one he keeps in the back of his black book ... but upon closer inspection, some names start to cross.
he wonders when, if ever, her name will be penned between the pages of that index. for now, her own page is dedicated to little things he's noticed; things she likes, doesn't like, wants to discuss, and what she refrains from. it is no different from the tabs he keeps on any other client. in fact, any other seasoned host is known to do the same. it keeps up the illusion for when he's purging in the bathroom the copious amounts of alcohol he's ingested over the evening as he tries to remember the name of his latest customer's most recently deceased cat. it's bitter work.
❝ and yet, i have to admit ... ❞ he leans forward, elbows across the table as he begs a secret to be spilled, ❝ ... you're the only one worth seeing these days. ❞ he leans back to proper posture. ❝ i'm glad it's you. now, ❞ he says, clearing his throat, ❝ what's on the menu for us tonight, hm? ❞ — @tearenola
@sozokujins a humble brag , but it was true. he wouldn't have bothered investing his time in her had he not truly believed she was capable. “ but also don't lose , i put a lot of money on you. ” ichiro added lightheartedly , to soften the mood. “ kidding , not kidding. no pressure. ” cont.
Trembling breathes left her as she examined at her reflection. Wow — she was wearing legitimate fighting attire. Not a hint of make up or sex appeal. The old maid getup had begun to feel like her second skin. “ Wow — I never thought I’d see the day. ” That's when she felt the man's hands on her shoulders
“ Careful, Ichiro. I’m not the kind of girl who likes to be touched. “ Ginko chimed her warning sweetly. Startling her could easily end up an elbow cracking your nose. “ You’re just lucky that you stink. ” A smirk; as her boss, she’ll give him the courtesy of not letting that insult hang in the air. “ I smelled your cologne when you came in. Trying something new? ”
For the first time in as long as she can remember, the delinquent was genuinely nervous. These aren't the sort of fights that are rigged. Nor was it a petty street fight. Training has been kicking her ass for the last few months. However, the gravity of what she was actually facing was starting to unnerve her. Not only was supposed to win a fight against a trained opponent, this was all in front of a crowd — while money in on the line. That's quite a bit of pressure. The Yakuza's joke didn't help, either. No pressure my ass. He won't even let her have a cigarette until after the fight. Bogus.
" Don’t worry — I work well under pressure. ” A comforting lie. Not one she’s sure he’ll even believe, but as long as she gets results she can lie all the live long day. “ Hey, while you're here. Can you give me a quick refresher on my opponent? ” She turned to face him. “ Look — I know we’ve been talking about this fight for months. It’s just that going over the facts again will help me focus. Please? " Her request was accompanied by a sweet, genuine tone. Not a hint of snark in sight. Drink it in, Ichiro. This is a rare moment of vulnerability.
Character’s sexuality — Ginko.
To be frank, Ginko is a lesbian fuck boy. Having been in the industry for a long time now, she has a reputation amongst hostess clubs. What can she say — it’s easier to hook up with other sex workers without the stigma. It gives her a bit of an ego boost to be known as someone you go to for a good time.
As far as sexual dynamics go, she’s considered a stone femme, or a touch me not. The only woman she has let reciprocate is her long time on and off again girlfriend Akane. A hostess that she fell head over feels for. Touching her requires a level of trust she’s not normally capable of. During their off periods, Ginko uses sex to try and take her mind off things.
Despite the verbiage I’m using — she’s demisexual. She’s able to be sexually attracted to anyone she has an emotional connection with. This includes men and non binary people. However, when it comes to casual sex, she sticks to women.
Where should you be kissed? JUNO — Palm. You give and give — you are a gentle heart, broken but still standing. Always lending a hand for those who need it, expecting nothing in return. You deserve someone taking your hand and kissing your open palm, the hands which have selflessly helped so many others. JETT — Forehead. Over-worrying and overthinking everything, your mind is always a whirling storm. No matter how you try, the fears overwhelm all else. You need someone trusted to press a kiss to your forehead, helping to quiet the thoughts that refuse to settle. GINKO — Knuckles. It feels as though you have fought every day of your life. Sometimes, you cannot even tell how much of the blood on your hands is your own and how much comes from those who've tried to hurt those you defend. You deserve the gentleness of a kiss to your bruised knuckles and broken skin. A reminder that you are not only made of violence.