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>be guy in his early thirties drinking his sorrows in one of those bars for salarymen. The place is crowded with said salarymen by the way.
>you moved to Japan a few months ago looking for job opportunities, but Japan has no need of guys with your talents, much less gaijin, and your books didn't sell well. You go from job to job to keep your admittedtly rather nice apartment, and you're good with your finances, but still, you expected better.
>you're about to flag the bartender when you spot someone entering the place. What otherwise wouldn't have taken your attention from more than a second draws your gaze like a moth to a flame for two reasons.
>A) it's a woman. While members of the fairer sex weren't unheard of, the bar's usualy clientele consisted of dudes most of the time.
B) the woman's got to be the bustiest, thiccest one you've ever seen, with melons literally the size of her head under a black shirt, ass for days and nice legs those pants can't hide. Add in her height and pretty face, and you got a bombshell. She's no bimbo nor the japanese equivalent of one, though, those eyes are that of a writer, like yours. The forehead adds to her beauty, too.
>you watch enraptured as the woman makes her way to the bar and sits her ass on a stool, mesmerized.