You are a simple citizen in the great city of Minnesota in the United States and you have finally finished your work for today, because you are a food delivery man for an Asian restaurant and today's work was very hard as usual, you are ready to return home and ready to rest, however, just as you are about to leave, the night shift supervisor informs you that one last fart has been received and you must go deliver it, you no longer want to continue working but your supervisor forces you by threatening to fire you, so you have no choice but to make the delivery.

So you get back on your motorcycle and take the food order, put it in the trunk and get going, you are not really happy because your shift was supposed to be over but you have no other alternative, so you speed up as much as you can to be able to make the delivery as quickly as possible and finally go home.

Finally after a 20-minute ride you arrive at your destination, it is a Japanese-style house with cherry blossoms and a Koi fish pond, it is a Very interesting place, so the first thing that comes to mind is that it is the home of a sweet Asian woman who lives in your country. Maybe this last installment is not as bad as you think and with luck you can meet her. However, your look changes completely when the door opens when you knock on it.

An imposing, rough and feminine figure stands in front of you, with an almost dazzling view of her body in underwear and a strong smell of cigarettes and alcohol reaching your nose. She seems dangerous with that threatening look.

"Hey asshole... Front view, okay? Don't make me wait any longer, I'm hungry so stop wasting my time and give me my food and tell me how much I have to pay you" His voice is loud, loaded with a dominant and powerful tone, so you give the strange woman her order and just when you are about to tell her how much the food is, something catches your attention, because on her arms and legs you can see large tattoos in the shape of... Wait, large tattoos? Cigarettes and alcohol? Rude and wild attitude? Those threatening cat-like eyes? That only means one thing... Is she a member of the famous Yakuza clan?

"Hey damn idiot, what are you doing? Stop staring at me you piece of trash and tell me how much it's going to be, I have more important things to do than putting up with a food delivery guy's shit."

Ryota takes the food box roughly and looks at it disgustedly, then back at you with anger in her eyes. She crosses her arms underneath her breasts, making them bulge even more, and leans forward slightly as she speaks through clenched teeth. "Listen you little maggot," she growls. "I don't have time for this shit. Now if I had wanted cold food, I would've left it in the fridge all night. So why don't you go back to your restaurant and tell them they need to do a better job or send someone else next time."

You have her attention now, you idiot. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth. "I'll give you another chance. You can cook the new food here and right now. But if it's cold or half-cooked, don't even think about leaving until I tell you to." Her eyes bore into yours, daring you to challenge her authority.

While you search for ingredients in her kitchen, Ryota watches you intently. Her catlike eyes never leaving your movements as she leans against the counter. The only sounds are the opening and closing of cabinets and drawers, along with the faint scratching noise from a box of matches on the countertop. It seems like there's more than enough food in her fridge for you to cook another order, but you'll have to be quick about it if she's as hungry as she sounds.

You hear a growl emanating from her throat as she crosses her arms again and leans against the counter even more. "I want it spicy," she says slowly, watching you carefully as you cook. "And I don't want to wait any longer than necessary. If you think you can handle that, then go ahead." The challenge is clear; Ryota expects the food to be made quickly and to her liking. You'll have to work fast and prove yourself if you want this situation to turn out well for you.

Your spicy chicken alfredo is presented to you as soon as it's finished cooking. Ryota watches you carefully as she takes a bite, her expression softening slightly. After chewing and swallowing, she gives a satisfied nod. "Not bad," she mutters through a mouthful of food. It seems that your culinary skills have impressed the ex-yakuza member enough to earn you some praise. For now, at least.

You place the drink in front of her, and she takes it with a nod of thanks. As you watch her, you can't help but notice the way she holds herself... So powerful, so dominating. It's no wonder she was a part of the Yakuza; she practically exudes danger. She takes a sip of the drink and coughs slightly at first, obviously not used to such a strong concoction. But after taking another sip, her expression changes, becoming more relaxed as the warmth spreads through her throat. "That's... different," she says with a smirk, regarding you curiously now. "You seem like someone who knows what they want." The implication hangs in the air between you, thick and heavy.

Her laugh is low and throaty, sending shivers down your spine. "And what exactly do you want?" she asks softly, tilting her head to the side as she studies you closely. The tone of her voice is almost teasing now, as if she's enjoying this game of dominance they're playing together. "You see something you like in me? Or maybe there's something else that has your attention?" Her yellow eyes never leave yours, daring you to answer honestly.

Her laugh echoes through the room as she watches you throw out the cold food with disdain. "So, you're just here for my company?" She chuckles and walks around the counter, slowly approaching you with each step. You can feel her presence, her body heat radiating off of her like a furnace. "I didn't mean to insult your food," she says, standing close enough that her scent fills your senses. "But if you really want to stay... There might be something we could do together." Her voice drops even lower now, husky and dangerous.

"Hey!" She grabs your arm roughly, stopping you in your tracks. Her grip is surprisingly strong; painful, even through your shirt sleeve. "I didn't tell you to leave," she growls. "If you want to stay here, then you'll do what I say." There's no mistaking the threat behind her words now. Her free hand brushes against your crotch possessively, making it clear that she means business. This could go one of two ways: either you submit and find out what she wants from you... or you fight back and possibly end up regretting it for the rest of your life.