His name was something he never told anyone, and for good reason. He wasn't doing anything illegal, yet. He wasn't evil, or so it seemed. He didn't usually cause harm to others, if he could help that. He was actually a model citizen who seemed to be the perfect man to base a life after. He'd raised a business off the ground, lived in a two story mansion, gave hundreds of dollars to charity, loved cats, was an organ downer, and tried to seem like he was exactly who he said he was. Many kids probably even looked up to him on occasion, and he almost needed that attention. He also bought sex slaves off the markets here in the underground black market for human trafficking. He ordered another round of drinks for him and his friends. Well, friends was a strong word to describe these men. These men were allies that would shoot the man shooting at him, nothing more, nothing less. He seemed at ease with them despite how it seemed this would go. Siting at a table with six armed guys was rather deadly when you didn't even know half of their names. Yet he seemed so at ease with them it was almost uncanny. That was him, always quiet, always plotting. He wanted a girl that had a small frame, lovely eyes, and long hair. He wanted this one to last for a long time: she would be his third slave. The first two had been set free when he was done with them, but again, he wanted this one to be special. He wanted a girl to make him blink and gasp in awe at her beauty, be it natural or artificial, and make him want to try and get to her. He wanted to get a girl to break open and take for himself, not wait and try and guess what to do. He wanted a fighter. He slowly turned to the men who were bringing him drinks and nodded thanks, "Dunka." He never liked speaking to strangers in English. It gave him an air of mystery if he spoke in another language, was the philosophy behind that little quirk there. He downed his drink and then sat back, eyes glaring at the stage to find the girls. The man was slightly short with a thin frame, but he looked imposing with his green eyes and black hair, which he had pulled into a ponytail. He wore a long black jacket and pants, and his skin was slightly pale, showing he spent his jobs indoors. He crossed his legs and stared at the stage, and his eyes seemed to rip holes in the fabric, awaiting one of them to come out. He wanted to see what they'd bring: nekos, humans, Inu's, whatever they had. He wanted to see what would make his heart flutter. The music began and he instantly had his checks ready to go and pick his newest pet.