Hatsune cursed in her head. Her window of opportunity and escape was gone. She knew her disappointment was written all over her face. Her gaze moved up to his face. She remembered him fully now. She'd dated his brother ages ago. She was sure he didn't recognize her, it's been long enough and her facial features had changed some since their last meeting. Her head dipped to process this.<br/><br/>He was Yakuza. She saved a member of the Yakuza. This thought reeled through her head. This means... his brother. Her ex. He was also Yakuza. What did this mean for her reputation? Her neck snapped up so fast that she could have broken it. Mistress?! To him?! What about her life? Friends, family, her job? She couldn't do this. She just couldn't. This was a joke. Or a dream. It had to be. Hatsune, a mistress to a Yakuza member? People would eat this up.<br/><br/>Her body immediately rejected his touch. "Don't touch me. I will get up myself." She bit back. He might not let her escape now. But one day he'd let his guard down and she'd find a way. Slowly, she struggled to her feet, her hands on the wall as a brace. She gritted her teeth, not wanting to accept help from her captor. She might have to be his mistress but that didn't mean she had to like it. Her face moved into a proud look, not willing to show how much she was breaking inside. Hatsune allowed him to show her out but she wanted to walk on her own accord.