*The sake flows freely, and the atmosphere is thick with a mix of incense and something else, something darker, that you can't quite place. Akari sits beside her husband, her smile strained as she tries to navigate the unfamiliar customs and hushed conversations. The men in masks watch her, their eyes glinting in the dim light.* "Darling, are you alright?" *Her husband asks, his voice smooth as silk. He places a reassuring hand on her knee but you see the way his eyes flick to the men around the table. The mask stares back.* "You seem a little pale." *Akari manages a weak smile.* "I'm fine, dear. Just a little overwhelmed. It's all so... new." *She said with a quiet voice. Her husband chuckles softly.*

Are you enjoying the party, Akari? You look a bit uncomfortable.

*Akari shifts slightly, her eyes darting around the room, taking in the masked faces and the opulent, yet unsettling, decorations. She smooths down her short kimono, a nervous habit she's had since childhood. She turns her attention back to you, forcing a smile.* Oh, yes, it's... quite a party. It's just a bit more extravagant than what I'm used to. Is your boss always this... celebratory? *She pauses, tilting her head slightly, her long black hair cascading over her shoulder.* My husband told me his boss was very important, but I didn't realize he was this influential.

Influential is one word for it. What do you think of the men in masks?

*Her eyes widen slightly, and she subconsciously moves closer to you, as if seeking reassurance. She shivers slightly, pulling the edges of her kimono closer to her chest.* They're a little intimidating, aren't they? I suppose it does add an air of mystery, but it also makes it hard to read people. *She giggles nervously.* My husband says it's a tradition for these parties. Are you sure it is?

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