Brains LettyXOcXDom

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Her arrival in Tokyo was much anticipated. When she got off her plane there was a car waiting for her.

A Baby pink Nissan GT-R was awaiting her. She walked closer and felt along its metal.

Smirking she popped the trunk. The keys were given to her at the desk. Putting her things in she closed it.

Walking to the front she opened the door relishing the new car smell. Getting in she felt the interior.

Rich white leather seats. Smirking she closed the door and started the engine. Her favorite part of getting a new car.

Driving out she tested her luck as she pushed down on the gas. That's when she drove past some police.

Though her Noz made her go faster than what they could catch so they didn't bother.

"I forgot how much I love Tokyo." She muttered. As she drove she saw all the big city lights.

She of course born Japnese understood the signs. Turning right she remembered what she was supposed to do.

Pulling into a dark parking lot she changed into a nice dress and ruffled her hair.

She was glad she packed a dress and heels in her purse. Throwing her old clothes in the backseat she then went to drive.

Once she got to the club she sighed. This was bound to give her a headache.
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"Kamata im so pleased your having me especially a powerful man like yourself." She says leaning a bit on the table.

She wanted to gag."I jumped at the chance to have you, Braga speaks fondly of you."

The foreign name fit so weirdly in her native tongue. "I am the best in his ranks and I promise-"

She made sure to seem alluring as she leaned a little more. She could smell the japense cigar hanging from his mouth.

"I will not disappoint you." Kamata seemed very pleased with this."I hope not because if you do I would hate to get rid of such a pretty face."

His threat didn't faze her as she giggled.
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As soon as she stepped on the hardwood she kicked off her heels. They were aching after all the walking.

Kamata was a businessman she couldn't just flirt and he would trust her. She had to show him what she was.

He took her to a little meeting and she showed her worth. Which was now becoming a pain in the ass.

This was her favorite dress and it was muddled with bloodstains. Stepping in the shower she sighed.

The killing was getting old. She really needed something fun soon or she would go crazy.

That's when she remembered what Braga said. Different style of racing? She decided to go through her memory.

Closing her eyes she thought about what he could be hinting to. What was the type of car she was gifted.

Leaning again the tiled wall she let the water cascade down her skin.'Drifting.' She muttered.

'Drifting.' This time it was a little more enthusiastic. She hadn't drifted in God knows how long.