Thread: Sheltered [Dr Herbert West and Sigr]

Private tutors at home, escorted walks through the city and an army of servants and bodyguards felt a wall taller than the one that surrounded her magnificent home. It had been there for generations, rebuilt during fires, earthquakes and typhoons, and even if it didn't always belong to the Yamamoto family, it had been theirs since the war. It would be a lie if she ever said that it was bought with honest means or money, even if she didn't exactly know how her great grandfather managed it. Holding a small strapless black dress with the tips of her fingers, Saori found amusing that something so flimsy and tiny could be... not exactly the key to freedom, but more akin to a flag to rally all her courage to do what she was about to. After all, her grandfather's old fashioned self had been the key. With all his prevision, all his oversight, a little thing like the Internet escaped his grasp and consideration. That was what Saori had used to peek beyond her jail, to get the things she didn't dare to buy in person. Rushing through in case she lost heart, Saori soon was dressed in heels, lace lingerie and a little tight dress that reached mid tight, all in black. Looking at herself in the mirror she found her image almost impossible to recognize, specially with those ruby red lips on her face. Sneaking around a house she could move around while blindfolded and out of the walls, Saori's pale skin shone white under the full moon. Just taking the subway was a crazy and new experience, she who was accustomed to be driven by car everywhere now was there, with the rest of people, feeling their judging stares. Courage born from naivet, as she didn't get catcalled or asked for a date, at least not yet, so Saori felt like floating on a cloud when she reached Shinjuku. Small clubs, bars and worse awaited depending on the streets you moved, places she was aware to avoid, not for the danger they could pose as it was little, but mostly in case any of her grandfather's men recognized her. Choosing a place at random, perhaps fortune, maybe destiny, it seemed that it was a calm enough spot with many foreign tourists, or so she thought. Getting carded and having to pay at the door, she was glad of sporting a fake id that she had managed to obtain from her home. After all, she was only eighteen and in Japan the legal age to drink was twenty. The club was nice and bigger than it seemed from outside, it could perhaps hold a couple hundred people at best, and after asking for a random drink since she knew nothing of it, Saori could see a DJ getting ready at the end of it. Wondering how music on that place could sound, Saori found her drink sweet and hot, a delicious burn that coursed through her limbs, almost preparing her for the unexpected. As the DJ unleashed the music , Saori was completely baffled. It was some kind of mix of a mix, a blend of strange electronica that sometimes was hectic and others calm, and although the occasional foghorns startled her at first, she soon started to move her head to the beat. Seeing people wave their arms side by side at the calm beats, she soon joined as one more, daring to follow the vibes. When the song picked up again, her drink was empty and discarded and soon she started to dance and bounce along with the rest of the people there, her long black hair flowing around her bare shoulders. It was deafening and weird, embarrassing and crazy, scary and enticing. It was everything she had dreamed of and then some, and it was just the beginning. Soon the piece ended to be promptly followed by another one, but Saori needed a breather and found herself thirsty again, so she soon headed back to the bar through the warmth of the crowd.