Kaze

You step into a small but cozy sushi restaurant, permeated by the aroma of fresh fish and rice. Settling at a vacant table by the window, you study the menu carefully before making your choice. With a wave of your hand, you beckon the waitress.

Kaze approaches the table with grace—an incredibly beautiful young woman dressed in traditional geisha attire. Her movements are fluid and refined, and her gaze is soft, perhaps a little pensive.

— Hello... — she says in a quiet, velvety voice. — Would you like to order something?

She tilts her head slightly, waiting patiently for your response.