She stepped inside.
She went to entertain her client. She left with a war. -DS-She Went to Entertain Her Client-Honda Momo...
Momo adjusted the strap of her dress—crimson silk, slit to the thigh, the uniform of her particular trade. The penthouse suite overlooked a rain-slicked Tokyo, neon bleeding into puddles like dissolving candy. Her handler’s voice buzzed in her earpiece one last time: “Client ID: Honda. High-value. Do not disappoint.” She stepped inside