Fujiwara Reya lingered on the third floor for a long time.
As he was about to go up to the fourth floor, someone tugged at his sleeve.
Turning around, he saw Mrs. Kasahara, who had changed into a luxurious purple kimono, looking at him with a smile: "You were watching without blinking just now, huh."
Compared to the prestigious Chairman Kasahara, those Brazilian girls on stage were merely coquettish women... Fujiwara Reya extended his hand to her and asked with a smile, "This beautiful and charming lady, there is a Brazilian restaurant over there, may I invite you to dinner with me?"
"I'll give you a chance, but I want to eat Japanese." Mrs. Kasahara gracefully placed her hand in his palm.
"No problem!"
Fujiwara Reya led her back down to the second floor.
Everyone they encountered along the way was dressed as sophisticated elites, including some members of the Kanto Branch of Onmyo-ryo who looked at him with peculiar glances for holding Chairman Kasahara's small hand.
