"I- uh," Her words were coming together very slowly, trying to climb over the cultural wall that had been there since the beginning.  What was "polite" and what was "socially acceptable".  'I would love to try your American Cuisine."  She told him as she reached the car Mr Hanagiri had left her.  "And I'm sure that the-uh- massage would help as well."<br/><br/>There was something that she wasn't understanding though.  The fact that he was unwilling to be perverse with her behind closed doors was, well odd and almost seemed insulting at first.  But perhaps Americans were still the old-fashioned way they used to be, where sex was forbidden until marriage or something rediculous like that.  She didn't figure that's how America worked, but perhaps his family had raised him to think that way  She couldn't be sure.<br/><br/>_______________________________________________________________<br/><br/>In a smoke-filled room, several men sat around a thick wooden table and talked in hushed Japanese.  "So he turned down Komoaki's proposal?  Well, that's a strange turn of events." Oe of them concluded.<br/><br/>"Yes," Replied a man who was clearly Mr. Hanagiri.  "But we convinced him.  He asked for a rather reasonable amount.  However, I have a feeling that he will be troublesome.  So my chief mechanic has installed something special in his costom racer to, shall we say- bring the bite out of him."  The crowd laughed with mild amusement and returned to what they were doing<br/><br/>(Your character obviously doesn't know this is going down, but I felt I would give you as the rper a taste of what might happen later if that's alright)