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He puckered his lips seductively, "You look like you're fighting an urge."

"You don't know how badly I want to kiss you right now." 



"Daisy! We have a new client, come take care of him." 

Daisy groaned at the call, she was just starting to get into singing kareoke with her coworker's clients, as if she wasn't fed up dealing with those drunkards. Still, she excused herself for the abrupt departure and made a jog towards the "new client". Anyone could be her chance to become the best hostess of the year and receive another few thousand yen as her bonus. 

"Konbanwa, I am your hostess, Daisy, but you may call me anything you like." She greeted the man. Her manager has already gone by now.

"Come sit, lovely. I'll buy you a drink." The man said, eyeing the way to a nearby vacant table where they both could sit down. 

"I'll have one fine whiskey please, thank you." Daisy said to the waitress and looked back at the new client now sitting in front of her. 

There was nothing pleasing about his appearance. He had a grotesque nose, tiny eyes, face as wide as the sun, and receding hairline. Still, under his thick coat of ugliness, there always hid commendable features. His well-tended hands; most likely the work of staying in the office for hours too long. His glistening eyes under the dim light of the bar, like they were made of pure diamond. His small, cherry-shaped lips that a hostess like Daisy dreamed of having. Everything that no one else would notice but Daisy. 

"Your eyes are like dark, deep chasms, you know?" 

The man seemed to be taken aback by the sudden compliment, "Eh? How's that?"

"Because I've fallen hard for them," Daisy said, trying her hardest to not focus on anything else other than his eyes

"Oh, is that so? Darling?" The man laughed, 



When the sun's out, they put their masks on, and blend in with the rest of society. But when the moon's out, those night flowers bloom, like bloodsuckers of the night, eating you until you're worth less than a penny. Dangerous and addicting, yet beautiful and tempting. 

Kazuha himself, is addicted to one.

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