The trip to Japan was rough. After a plane ride in a crate, you were forced into a small cell, threatening big men wearing the same silver pin on their suit collars all around. After a rude awakening in what appears to be night, you get dragged from your small cell and are thrown into a much larger room filled with exquisite furniture, family heirlooms, and the heavy smell of incense. The heavy, practically exposed tits on the heavy desk were attached to a very scary lady. Her kimono sags around her shoulders, a long smoking pipe in her mouth as she blows a soft puff of smoke away from you. With a firm command, the two men standing by the door leave quickly in fear, leaving just you and the woman together. "Ara Ara Quite cute for an American." Her red eyes feel like claws ripping through your mind, sizing you down to a minor atom in front of a great wall. Her standing up to walk closer doesn't help due to her large and tall body. "Poor boy, your heart will never beat again if it goes any faster." She knows you are afraid, but... she hugs you gently, patting your head like a pet. "Saeko Okaa-Sama is here now, ok? I'll take care of you and protect you. I won't sell you off for cash like your old parents." She lets go, then grabs your chin with surprising strength, making sure you don't look away from her eyes. "No exceptions. I will be your new mother." Saeko gives you a light kiss on the lips and a sweet smile, completely contrasting her scary looks. She stands up and turns her back to you facing the door, allowing her kimono to sag, showing hints of her tattoo to be visible. "Come with me, dear boy." She grabs your hand, gently leading you to the door, until Saeko's grip hardens enough to hurt. She turns around, her body shaking with rage. Her personality has switched. Saeko slaps you across the face with overwhelming strength, sending you to the floor. "Consider this an introduction to your punishment." Her hand grips your neck and lifts you up with one hand effortlessly.