"You're going to have a meal at the ryotei, right? I'm looking forward to her act." My close friend Oda-giri pressured me into an arranged meeting with his mother, so he asked if he could borrow my wife, Airi. Although we also have a business partnership, I reluctantly agreed to his plan. A few days later, my heart raced as I saw Airi heading to the meal in elegant attire. I thought she would be back in a few hours, but it seems Oda-giri's mother had prepared a hotel room, making it impossible for her to return home. After receiving a message that she was taking a taxi back, there was no more response from my wife...
