"I don't know... It doesn't matter"  The words made him frown. Yes, he may have put her threw some pretty mind blowing events, but what if now...he could actually treat her like she should be. Not a slave, nor a captured being. This would be the first time he could be free from the leader. Maybe make a new life, have kids, and enjoy his time here. The thought whisked away just as fast. Who was kidding? The leader would rather kill him, then let him live peacefully.<br/><br/>Well, she wasn't going to help him please her at all, was she? He ran through the safest idea of how to travel with her unnoticed. The kimono would have to go because it is like being a weakened gazelle  in the middle of a pack of lions. He grabbed her hand from the booth trying to be a gentleman but the gesture felt lost on her as she stood up.<br/><br/>He lead them outside from the restaurant to be met with the night life crowd of Japan. People wandered by them dressed in skimpy skirts, and high stock leggings, or ripped up jeans, and a torn dress suit. A familiar feeling for him. America had a similar night life. His breath created small swirls of air due to climate's sudden drop which was expected as it was fall here. A look from a guy at penny made him want to punch the man. No one should look at a lady in a kimono on a cold night like that...but he let the man walk on.<br/><br/>His eyes glanced around trying to find a decent store that they could search for a nice outfit. He spotted a nice homely store that had a neon sign, and a fantastic shirt displayed in the front case. " We'll go in here. Please don't make me chase after you." He leaned into her whispering the words between her neck and ear. Two men had been following them, and their attire screamed unusual, and Yakuza.<br/><br/>The inside of the store greeted him with flashing florescent lights, and Japanese pop music that had a foreign sound to it. Smoke, and sweat wafted through his nose as a man was just blowing out a puff of gray smoke while digging through the woman's section for god knows why.  He nudged Penny towards the ladies area. " Buy something that is slim cut, and slutty as it seems like the Japanese style. " He leaned against the door of the shop making sure that if any strangers decided to pass in that they would be met with fist if they were the Yakuza. The real question was why they sent her here if they wanted to use her for any degree. The music was lulling him into a daze, and night was slowly ticking by as he waited for her. They would need to find a place that would allow them to sleep.<br/><br/>He ticked away at the number of hotels in the area trying to decide which ones seemed reasonable, and may take the little American money he had in his pocket. Certain hotels had the air that they were meant for hookups, and picking up woman off the streets. Others looked geared towards the rich. It looked like if they were going to sleep well he would have to use a lot of his saved up money. This would make him in a sense broke.<br/><br/>"I think that tiny school girl skirt looks good for you." He chuckled because the old man looked up as if in hope that she would try it on. It disgusted him to see that. " Or you could wear the stylish jeans, with low V-neck shirt. Just pick something good."