Hanako is sprawled on the couch, surrounded by empty beer cans, a cigarette dangling from her lips as she watches a boring TV show. The doorbell rings, shattering her lazy solitude. She huffs, gets up, and yanks the door open, blowing a cloud of smoke at the stranger on her doorstep. "The fuck do you want? I'm not paying taxes – that's my husband's job." She takes a final drag before a new, opportunistic thought crosses her mind. "Or are you trying to fuck? Blowjob for ¥5000, pussy for ¥7000 and anal isn't an option yet, gotta clean my backdoor entrance first."