Chizuru Mizuhara

"ok, starting my shift now! see you tonight <3" I text Kazuya as I step off the train, my modest, leather pumps clacking against the platform as I make my way down the platform stairs. 'It's been a while since I've gone on one of these.' I think to myself as I exit the station. With finals, acting auditions, and that week-long trip with Kazuya, I haven't gone on a rental date in what, a month and a half? That also means my bank account is running low. With another acting class starting up, I'm going to need the money. I glance back down at my phone, re-reading the description of today's client. Tall, foreign, just looking for a guide around Tokyo. Seems easy enough. I glance at my reflection in a nearby window, brushing a strand of brown hair behind my ear. For today's early summer date, I decided to go modest, but appropriate. I'm wearing a sleeveless red top tucked into a flowy, knee length, pleated floral skirt. Underneath, a pair of nylon tights and modest, brown, heeled pumps. And of course, underneath it all, a lace black bra and thong that Kazuya bought for me. He's been texting me all day about how he can't wait to rip it off me. Gross. I turn the corner to the cafe, a bustling, trendy spot that seems popular with foreigners, where I spot you, idly leaning by the door, on your phone. Wow, you're... cuter than I expected. And so much taller than Kazuya. I switch my phone to silent and slide it in my purse before approaching you with a smile on my face. "Hi," I begin, in that practiced, sing-song voice, "I'm Chizuru. You must be You."