#danganronpa miss hostess

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Danganronpa VScrambled ; Miss Hostess

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Miss Hostess

“The dazzling woman of the hour! The Hostess with the mostest! Miss Hostess may seem charismatic and delicate but in reality she’s masochistic, finding joy in their suffering, however it appears to be a persona in some way. She's very gentle, nurturing, and motherly towards the Monokubs, they're the only people she's kind towards. She's never seen in person, always as a hologram or behind a screen.”

      Likes ; Bunnies

      Dislikes ; Normality

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@causalitylinked​ asked:  🥊 [ from akira in his danganronpa verse! ]

Nightlife RP meme

"You! Hey, you! Yeah you, blondie! I got a job for you, one that pays a hell of a lot more than being a ring girl!"

Puzzled, Sonia turned to the sound of the voice. The night had already been an adventure and, according to the clock at least, it was only beginning. She'd followed directions precisely: her car was to drop her off four blocks away where, on foot, she would proceed until she found the door she was told to look for. There, she'd held out a ticket to a very tall, very beefy man with a scrutinizing look who, after a minute of looking her up and down, allowed her to proceed inside. He wouldn't be the only one.

Her head had begun to swim at everything that assaulted her senses once she'd stepped over the threshold. Like Alice through the Looking Glass, but instead of Wonderland it was the strong stench of cigarettes and beer, neon lighting and flashes of gold jewelry, loud makeup and even louder laughter. In the middle of it all was the ring she'd expected to see, surrounded by everything she hadn't. That included a man, quite a bit older than her if she had to guess, in a suit that seemed two sizes too small, if for the way it refused to button over his belly. "Huh?" She asked, a bit inelegantly but considering the surroundings, she could be forgiven for a lack of manners. Especially as he held little in the way of manners towards her: his gaze seemed to be fixated on the bit of skin between the tops of her thigh high socks and the hem of her tweed dress. With its slightly puffed short sleeves and gold button details, it was as casual an outfit she could think of. It was a performance, which would often necessitate a cocktail dress at the very least, as well as a sporting match, but a team t-shirt and jeans didn't work: there was no team to speak of. Considering the rest of the women present, with their heavy-handed cosmetics, skimpy clothes, and very high heels, she was modest by comparison.

"Yeah!" He grinned at her, taking her inquiry as permission to approach her. Her confusion was...endearing, cute. The fake innocent act was hot with the right girl using it. "You don't need to walk around, wave a sign, pose for pictures, nothin'! Just spend some time with me: I'll take ya to dinner, shopping too if ya want, you just need to share your company is all!"

"Wh-what? I'm afraid I don't-"

"Oi! Takai! You idiot, you're gonna try to pick up a girl for enjo kosai here? You really are as stupid as you look, you can't tell she's not here for that?"

A hand, not one belonging to the man called Takai, clamped down on her shoulder and both Sonia and Takai froze. Her out of surprise, but his...well, his was fear. "Th-the Prince of Threats!" He stammered, "I was just offering her an employment opportunity, that's all!"

"An opportunity for a guy to use the money his mommy gave him to go to group dates to find a woman to marry to pay a high school girl to ride his cock because he's too lazy to fuck her proper?" Seiji grinned. Sonia was baffled: he wasn't exactly the most moral person but he seemed to be taking some pleasure in his insults. "Wow, can't miss something like that! I'm sure your mom will love hearing how you spend her money-"

"No! You can't tell her, she'll cut me off and my job pays crap! I'll never be able to go to a hostess club again!" The man wailed. It was common knowledge in that part of town: Seiji Amanome not only gave threats, but he followed through with them.

"Or I can share with him your plan for our guest here," Seiji's grin, if possible, had turned even more menacing as he gave a look and a nod in Akira's direction. Something that he was sure his best friend wouldn't miss: one, that Sonia was being harassed. Two, that he was handling it. And three, that he was handling it in a way that amused him greatly and that Akira would owe him later. "Yeah, you know Akira? The guy your boss's prize fighter is going up against tonight? The one with the better odds of knocking that guy flat out? I'm sure he'd be game for a practice round on you. He's not going to appreciate what you've propositioned to her at all."

The sound Takai made was pitiful, a mix of a squeak and a whimper. Despite his massive girth, he looked completely deflated.

"Here's a tip: try finding your cock first before using it, you fat fuck," Seiji snickered before steering a bewildered Sonia away from him and towards the side of the ring. He'd done a good deed, though it was mostly for Akira's sake though he'd never admit it.

"What on Earth was that?" Sonia finally managed to get out as Seiji finally let go of her shoulder. "He wanted to offer me money to date him?"

"Not date, fuck him," Seiji corrected her with a dispassionate tone, his eyes wandering to the woman behind the bar. She looked as if she were in her late twenties or early thirties, and tired of the various pickup lines she was currently forced to endure. "That or trying to recruit you to work at a Soapland: he manages one of the many his boss owns. But I don't think sucking dicks until your jaw aches suits you, does it Princess?"

Sonia flinched, her cheeks turning a deep shade of pink. At least Seiji didn't try to sugarcoat the reality of what she'd wandered into, but he had a way of making everything far more uncomfortable than it needed to be. He behaved himself in front of Ami, but everyone else seemed to be fair game. "Please, I really insist that you not refer to me by title," She said quietly, "It's not necessary."

But Seiji didn't seem inclined to listen to her request. Instead he beckoned over his best friend with a smile: a devious smile, but a smile nevertheless. "I can't believe you invited her to a place like this, Akira: she's going to get mistaken for a girl here to make some money if you're not careful! But fortunately, you've got a knight in shining Gucci to look after her." He was likely referring to his leather shoes and belt as he smirked. "Maybe I should take a larger cut of your winnings tonight, for my good deeds and all..."

"Hold on, how do you know Kijima-san will win? And hello, by the way," Sonia asked before remembering her manners, greeting him with a wary smile. She now clearly understood the situation and how much she stood out: not only was she the only foreigner, she was the only woman without a tan and breast implants.

"Because he's the best. And the last time he faced this guy, he peed his pants before passing out eight minutes in," Seiji replied in a matter-of-fact tone. "I'll leave you two to chat before the match starts. Someone's got to keep an eye on the Princess, though."

It was both a courtesy, and the fact that Seiji had seemingly found himself thirsty after coming to her rescue. That, or he wanted to chat with the bartender. Sonia shook her head and set her hands on the edge of the ring: it was tall enough that, at her height, she could just about rest her chin on the edge. "So this is your talent?" She asked, her curiosity now winning out over her discomfort. "It seems rather exciting! And violent. And perhaps dangerous, I am grateful to Amanome-san for stepping in when he did."

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fanfiction | danganronpa | M(18+) | art credit.

as the law stated, gambling was considered completely illegal in japan. dangan ronpa talentswap au. +18 for mentions of real-world crime, sexual situations, murder, kidnapping, substance use/abuse. pairings: togami byakuya/kirigiri kyouko, komaeda nagito/nanami chiaki please review in my inbox. contents under cut & on ff.net. REBLOGS > LIKES.

story content: talentswap guide

"Are you running again?"

Silence.

"Are you running again?" "I don't need your commentary, Nanami-san."

Sitting elegantly on one of the velvet couches hidden behind the velvet curtain in the room of sin, Kyouko's eyes were locked onto the threshold of the VIP room, seeing the familiar figure of Nanami's bodyguard, Komaeda Nagito, as well as the figure of the man she had run from multiple times.

"Komaeda-kun says he saw Togami-kun. Is it him you're running from?"

She was silent as she pours herself another drink, something stronger than the ice water she had been sipping a moment ago. "What is he doing here?" She asked her yakuza friend, violets meeting magentas gently as the two friends shared a moment of silence. "What relation does he have to you?"

"He's a detective," Nanami explained, "And some of my higher-ranking subordinates have gone missing. Hashimoto was his informant before, so I'm speaking through Hashimoto to communicate with him. I want to bring the members of my family home. The history that you and he share doesn't really… matter to me."

"At least you're honest," Kirigiri sighed, watching Komaeda successfully turn Togami away in silhouette, and she slinks down lower into her chair. Looking over the cutely-dressed yakuza, the gambler queen crossed one leg over the other, letting milky-white skin be evident in the low, scarlet light. "He bought me a drink."

"Was it a nice drink?"

"Cognac," Kirigiri replied, nodding. "I had already ordered one for myself on my tab, but when I had finished mine, the bartender had presented me with another, and we shared a toast." Her neck popped as she let her head fall back, standing. "I think I am done playing for tonight."

"Then sit down, Kirigiri-san," Nanami smiled at her friend, trying to get her to sit back down, not to leave the casino just yet. "Give Togami-kun some time to leave the casino. We need to talk, anyways."

Agreeing silently with her pink-haired friend, the woman in the black dress took a seat again, sighing as she slipped out of her heels. Bare feet pressed against the plush carpet of the VIP room, and she let her ankles pop with a slight curve to her feet. "You make it sound like I'm in trouble," Kyouko chuckled, "I haven't broken the rules of the Digital Dragon, have I?"

"No, never," Nanami smiled at her friend, drumming her fingers against the table she sat at. "Instead, I wanted you to be careful…"

"Careful?" Kyouko asked for more information, plucked and filled brow arching at the yakuza boss. "I am always careful; you know this. What's prompting this? What's going on?"

"I'm scared," Nanami revealed to the other, sighing softly. "I'm going to be safe. I have Komaeda-kun. But the other members of the yakuza… my family… you. You're my family, Kirigiri-san, whether or not you like it. All this business you're doing in my casino right now… we have cashed in on so many debts. We don't have to steal so much. You're doing all of the stealing for us." A joke made at Kyouko's expense, pulling a giggle from Chiaki's lips. "Because people know you, you're going to be a target. And… you might be kidnapped, too."

"I am going to be just fine," The gambler reassured her friend, reaching over to pat her knee. "We both know that I don't die so easily."

"I know." Chiaki sighed softly at Kirigiri's sureness in her ability. "You always exude confidence… I'm impressed…"

"I exude because I have to," Kirigiri laughed at the other's comment, "You have to put on airs of confidence to be in my line of work. You simply have the manpower to intimidate others into submission. Myself? Not so much. I have to make people believe they're winning. I have to make people suffer mentally, not physically."

"Scary." Nanami chuckled, interrupted by the fluttering of the velvet curtain in front of her. Bowing politely, her white-haired bodyguard, Komaeda Nagito, entered the room with a submissive aura.

"I apologize for entering so rudely, Young Mistress," Komaeda bowed politely again, reassuring his boss that he was completely subordinate to her. Drumming her fingers against her thigh, Nanami lifted her chin to him and shifted her head to the side, as if she was curious as to what Nagito had to say.

"I followed the detective in the casino, like I was asked," Komaeda explained, pulling a reaction from Kirigiri as her head snapped around to glare at Nanami, knowing her friend better than she knew herself. Confused at the gambler's reaction, Komaeda continued on with his report, "He was meeting with Hashimoto-kun again."

"Did Hashimoto-kun deliver my message to him?"

"Yes, ma'am," Komaeda nodded, "He will be back in the casino tomorrow night to talk to you about the disappearances. He made an attempt to follow Kirigiri-san into the Velvet Room, but I intercepted him."

"Thank you, Komaeda-kun. Is there anything else I need to know?"

"No, Mistress," Komaeda nodded, pocketing his hands into his dress pants. "Is there anything that I need to do for you? My life is at your command, as you know."

"Just keep standing guard, Komaeda-kun. I want to go home soon, so I'll need an escort."

"Of course," Nodding politely to both her and Kirigiri, Komaeda excused himself from the Velvet Room, pushing past the maroon curtains and letting his silhouette be visible from the inside of the room. Sighing softly, Kirigiri sunk down lower on the couch, her gloved hand pressed against her browbone with a look of exasperation.

"Are you ready to go home, Kirigiri-san?" Nanami asked, chuckling at her friend's behavior. "You look like it."

"More than you know," Kirigiri replied, adjusting herself into a seated position. Shrouded hands smooth down the tresses of her evening gown, midriff exposed in the two-piece dress. "Have I pulled enough people into debt for you tonight?" A joke, hidden within words of truth. After all, that's why Kirigiri Kyouko came home to Japan after spending time in London with her grandfather: she had been requested by one of the most infamous yakuza families in the East. That's not an invitation you turn down, especially when the requester is an old high-school friend.

In an attempt to slow down the rate of active stealing so that they couldn't be tracked by the Japanese Police Department, Nanami had requested the help of Kirigiri to assist her in luring people into the Digital Dragon and driving them unnecessarily into debt so that Nanami simply had to cash in her debts with businessmen when she needed things taken care of or erased. Between that and the lucky instincts of her cousin, the Nanami family was absolutely unstoppable.

Standing, Nanami retrieved her jacket from the back of the seat she was sitting on. Draping it over her shoulders, Kirigiri was prompted to stand as well, her fur wrap placed properly around her arms to protect herself from the cold of Japan's rainy nights. As both girls exited, Komaeda's brows arched, as if he was ready to leave, as well. When Nanami nodded, silently prompting him to escort them both to the car, Komaeda's arms folded neatly behind his back, taking a position in front of the two to protect them from attacks from the front. His keen senses would render him with enough time to protect them from the rear as well; after all, only thirty percent of attacks came from behind.

The car parked above ground could have been easily missed by the passerby. Completely black, revealing that it was made of completely bulletproof material, tinted windows. To those that walked by it, it simply looked like an empty police car or the abandoned car of a celebrity. Opening the door, Komaeda allowed Kirigiri and Nanami to enter the back before sliding in as well, sitting in front of them with his back to the driver. Nimble fingers found the window in the panel behind him, opening it to address the chauffeur. "We need to take Kirigiri-sama home first before we take the young mistress home. She lives in Shibuya."

"Yes, sir," the driver politely acknowledged Komaeda's words as he shut the panel, crossing his arms and slinking down lower into his seat, as if he was tired.

"Thank you for taking me home," Kirigiri smiled to both Nanami and Komaeda as she leaned down, reaching at her ankles to unbuckle the strap of her heels that kept them on. Sliding out of her shoes, she sighed softly in relief, as if she was just as tired as the bodyguard, if not moreso. "I didn't want to risk someone mistaking me for a hostess."

"Any time you need a ride, just let me know. We have some drivers in Shibuya, still, right?" Looking to Komaeda for reassurance, Nanami nodded in correlation with her words as Komaeda did, confirming her suspicion.

"Thank you. Now I know that…"

"Stop worrying about him."

Having been interrupted by the yakuza head, Kirigiri arched an eyebrow at Nanami, who simply crossed one leg over the other. "I understand that you're worried. That you want to run away again. But you don't need to worry about him anymore, Kirigiri-san."

"He-" Kirigiri began to plead with her friend, trying to get her to side with her instead of keeping a neutral ground on the situation, as she was wont to do.

"I know what he did," Nanami nodded, rubbing her hands together to warm them up. "And I know what you're going to do. So listen to me as your friend: You need to stop it."

Letting her eyes examine the paneling of the car for longer than she should have, Nanami's words continued to barrage Kirigiri's ears, prompting violet brows to furrow. "You live in Shibuya. He lives in Ikebukuro. That's at least a half-hour drive from your house to his, maybe longer depending on where in Ikebukuro he lives, and traffic… and… anyways." Nanami leaned over, placing a hand on Kirigiri's arm. "Just relax. You're known for getting wound up about things like this. Stop it."

Her eyes flickered to Komaeda, who by now had begun resting his eyes and leaning his head back against the leather of the luxury seats. "You're right," She agreed with Nanami, nodding. "I'm sure that drink was simply a sign of good faith. Old friends saying hello."

"There you go," Nanami smiled, grinning at her friend. "You're going to be just fine.

Kirigiri sighed. "I hope you're right."

— IKEBUKURO, JAPAN — — 2315 HOURS —

Running warm hands through his hair, the detective exited his shower, once-tense shoulder muscles slightly relaxed now, but never completely so. After drying himself off with a towel, the blonde adorned a grey, cotton robe, finding himself comfortable in the gift from his father.

Wiping the condensation from his glasses before putting them back on, the detective picked up his cellphone, checking the messages he had received: none. Settling down into his reading chair, Togami picked up a copy of some sort of psychology study, flipping through it to find the dog-eared page to pick up where he had left off.

Barely getting through the first page, Togami was interrupted by his cellphone vibrating twice, the assigned ringtone for a text message. Dog-earing his page again, he leaned over, picking up the silver cellphone and scrolling through a complex passcode to check his message.

[ UNKNOWN | 23:16 ] Thank you for the drink.

He was expecting something like this, he wasn't going to lie. Kirigiri was known for doing things like this. Getting ahold of contact information. Scaring people in submission. In Togami's case, he inferred that she was trying to scare him into leaving her alone. His lips curled up into a smirk. Nice try.

His finger hovered over the number, hitting "save" and saving the number under her full name. Of course, he would have to do this a number of times, with a number of different numbers, but this time, he wasn't letting her go so easily.

[ TOGAMI BYAKUYA | 23:17 ] My pleasure. I hope you enjoyed it.

[ KIRIGIRI KYOUKO | 23:18 ] You could say I did. I have a soft spot for French liquor. What are you doing back in Tokyo?

[ TOGAMI BYAKUYA | 23:19 ] Ask your yakuza friend, why don't you?

[ KIRIGIRI KYOUKO | 23:20 ] You know that's not how I like to play games, Togami-kun.

The smirk on his lips was ever-present as he re-created her voice in his head. Perhaps you could say he had an obsession with her, like a husband who could not let his ex-wife go away. What did you expect from a detective whose only mistake was letting the daughter of the head of Japan's most dangerous gambling ring share his bed and go free?

Exhaling softly, Togami's thumb hovered over the send button.

[ TOGAMI BYAKUYA | 23:22 ] I'm in Tokyo working on a series of disappearances that I believe to be kidnappings. Nanami Chiaki has enlisted my help because the last three disappearances were higher-level members of her yakuza. But you already knew that, didn't you?

[ KIRIGIRI KYOUKO | 23:24 ] Curiosity killed the cat, Togami-kun.

[ TOGAMI BYAKUYA | 23:25 ] But satisfaction brought it back.

She was such a curious character, Togami mused; if she truly wanted to be left alone, why did she contact him first? Why did she know he was going to pursue her just as much as he was going to pursue the series of disappearances? Why did she know him better than he knew himself, and why did he know her better than she could ever hope to know?

Leaning back in his chair, Togami closed his eyes as the two traded words back and forth. Nimble hand ran down his sharp jawline, waiting for her response. Perhaps he had won this argument. Perhaps he had pushed her into submission. Pursing his lips, his cellphone vibrated in his hand, prompting his eyes to open and examine the text message.

[ KIRIGIRI KYOUKO | 23:30 ] You're going to the Digital Dragon again tomorrow night, correct? To meet with Nanami-san?

[ TOGAMI BYAKUYA | 23:31 ] That's correct.

[ KIRIGIRI KYOUKO | 23:32 ] Arrive early. Meet me at the bar. I'll buy you a drink.

[ TOGAMI BYAKUYA | 23:33 ] Chardonnay Brise. I expect it to be cold. We need to talk.

[ KIRIGIRI KYOUKO | 23:34 ] That we do. I'll see you then. Go ahead and delete this number, Togami-kun. I won't be contacting you from it.

[ TOGAMI BYAKUYA | 23:35 ] Thank you for saving me the trouble. Good night, Kirigiri.

[ UNKNOWN | 23:36 ] Good night.

Closing the cellphone completely, Togami rose from his chair, not even returning to his book for the night. Shedding his robe, Togami slipped into silken pajamas, navy blue, sliding into bed. Taking off his glasses, the detective reached behind himself to flip off the light, laying flat on his back. Ceruleans stuck to the ceiling, letting the events of today settle into his mind. Blinking on occasion, Togami recalled the events of today over and over in mind, praying he could find a bit of evidence that he missed initially. Something to give him the upper hand. Something to give him a lead.

"Nothing," he groans, closing his eyes.

Togami Byakuya would not get a lot of sleep tonight.