At the meeting, the room was dimly lit, filled with an air of seriousness as various clan heads and members gathered to discuss the upcoming mission. The Togami clan, Kuzuryu clan, and several other allied families were present, all seated around a long table covered with maps and documents. Fuyuhiko sat near the head of the table with his clan, arms crossed, as the details of the mission were laid out.

The objective was clear: they needed to infiltrate a high-end club to get close to a target who had crucial information about a rival gang's movements. The plan was simple, but the key element was distraction, someone needed to draw the target's attention long enough for the others to move in.

As soon as the word "distraction" was mentioned, an unspoken understanding rippled through the room. One by one, eyes began to shift toward Hannah, who sat quietly next to her father. Dressed in her usual sophisticated but understated style, she immediately felt the weight of their collective gazes.

Hannah furrowed her brow, sensing what they were thinking. Before anyone could voice it aloud, she spoke up, her voice firm.

"No."

The room fell silent for a moment, the air heavy with tension as she crossed her arms over her chest.

One of the elder members from a distant clan chuckled softly, breaking the silence. "Come on, Hannah. You'd be perfect for this. You walk into that club, all eyes will be on you- especially the target."

Hannah clenched her jaw, shaking her head. "I'm not some pawn you can use to bat your eyelashes and get what you want. Find someone else."

The tension in the room spiked as soon as Mr Togami's glare locked onto Hannah. His voice cut through the heavy silence like a blade.

"It's not your decision."

Hannah's eyes narrowed, her body stiffening as she leaned back in her chair, her arms crossing defensively over her chest. She didn't flinch under his gaze, but the weight of his words hung in the air, thick with authority and condescension.

Across the table, Fuyuhiko's expression darkened instantly. He knew this tone, knew how Mr Togami always tried to assert control, especially over Hannah. His fists tightened at his sides, barely holding back the urge to say something.

Hannah's voice came out steady, but with a hard edge of defiance. "I'm not going to be your bait. You can glare all you want, but that's my decision."

Mr Togami's lip curled, clearly not used to being challenged, especially not by someone from his own family. His tone turned even icier.

"No Hannah. It's not your decision. You don't get a say in how we run these missions."

Hannah bristled, but before she could snap back, Fuyuhiko leaned forward, his voice a low growl. "She's not doing it. Find someone else."

Fuyuhiko's reputation as the heir of the Kuzuryu clan gave him some weight, but this was the Togami mansion, and Mr Togami wasn't one to easily back down. Still, there was something about the way Fuyuhiko stood his ground that made the other men pause.

"I didn't realize you were running this mission, young Kuzuryu?" Mr Togami finally said, his tone sharp, clearly challenging Fuyuhiko's authority.

Fuyuhiko didn't waver. "Doesn't matter who's running it. She said no. And if you think you can force her into it, you're mistaken."

Mr Togami's eyes flickered with a dangerous glint, but before he could respond, Mr Kuzuryu, who had been quietly watching the exchange, leaned forward in his seat. His voice, though calmer than his son's, carried an undeniable weight.

"Let's not waste time with this." His gaze flickered between Mr Togami and Hannah. "If she's not comfortable with the role, we won't force her into it. We'll figure out another way."

Mr Togami frowned. "Nonsense. We don't have any other women for the role." he said, his eyes drifting around the room. "Unless you're wanting Peko to take the role instead, Hannah will be the distraction."

Some of the men exchanged smirks, their eyes glancing in Hannah's direction in a way that made her skin crawl. One of them, a grizzled man from the Arakawa clan, leaned back in his chair, his voice dripping with a suggestive tone.

"She'll do just fine in a flashy outfit, won't she? Could turn a few heads, keep the target busy. Distraction doesn't get much better than that."

Another man, seated a few chairs down, chuckled. "Yeah, dress her up nice. She'll have him eating out of her hand. Make it easier for the rest of us to move in."

Hannah's face flushed with anger, her fists clenching at her sides. She opened her mouth to protest, her heart pounding in her chest. "I'm not doing this!" she snapped, her voice sharp and unyielding. "I'm not some... tool you can use just because I'm a girl."

The room went quiet for a moment, her defiance standing in stark contrast to the leering grins on some of the men's faces. Mr Togami, seated beside her at the head of the table, barely glanced at her, his expression remaining cold and calculating.

He raised his hand dismissively, cutting off any further argument. "Hannah, enough." he said, his voice cold and authoritative. "This is not up for discussion. This mission needs a distraction, and you're the best candidate for it."

Hannah glared at him, her stomach twisting in knots. She could feel the weight of the room's attention pressing down on her, eyes from all directions, as if they were already undressing her in their minds, imagining the role she was being forced into. The men around the table were nodding, agreeing with Mr Togami's plan without a second thought. To them, this wasn't about skill or strategy, it was about reducing her to nothing more than a pretty face, a pawn to be used.

"You'll wear something appropriate." another voice chimed in, his tone dripping with patronizing amusement. "Make sure the target can't keep his eyes off you."

Fuyuhiko, who was trying to keep his anger in check, was staring straight ahead, jaw clenched tightly, barely containing his fury. His hands were balled into fists on the table, but he knew he couldn't lash out, not here, not now. He shot a glare across the room, silently daring anyone to push Hannah further. His father, Mr Kuzuryu, remained impassive beside him, his silence an indication of his neutrality. But Fuyuhiko couldn't stand this.

"You're all seriously disgusting, you know that?" Fuyuhiko spat suddenly, his voice cutting through the growing whispers. His eyes burned with anger as he glanced around the table. "This isn't how we run things."

Mr Togami shot him a withering glance, as if daring him to continue.

"This is the best plan." Mr Togami reiterated, his tone icy. "We use every resource we have. That's how this works, Fuyuhiko. You'll learn that eventually."

Hannah sat there, shaking slightly from the surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins. Her mind raced, fighting against the overwhelming feeling of powerlessness. She wanted to scream, to yell at them, to fight back, but she knew how this world worked. These were powerful men, men who controlled her future, her standing in the clan, her life.

But Fuyuhiko wasn't done yet. He stood up, the force of his movement catching the attention of the entire room. "You can all shove your fucking plan up your asses. Hannah isn't some damn bait for your stupid games."

The room fell deathly silent.

"Fuyuhiko, sit down." Mr Kuzuryu's voice rumbled from beside him, a warning edge in his tone, though his son ignored it.

Hannah looked over at Fuyuhiko, a mixture of gratitude and fear flickering in her eyes. She appreciated the gesture, but she knew defiance wasn't going to work here.

Mr Togami's eyes gleamed with amusement. "It seems you've taken quite a liking to her, haven't you, Fuyuhiko?" He leaned back in his chair, glancing at the others around the table. "Such protectiveness. Almost touching."

Fuyuhiko's eyes narrowed dangerously, but before he could fire back, Hannah glanced at him from across the room. She shook her head slightly, silently pleading with him not to escalate it further. She knew Fuyuhiko was angry, but this was her fight too, and she wasn't about to let them win. Not completely.

"We'll have someone prepare an outfit for you." Mr Togami said, dismissing the discussion as if it had never been in doubt.

As the room filled with murmurs and leering comments, Hannah couldn't take it any longer. She shot a furious glare across the table at the men making comments about her, her voice sharp and filled with frustration.

"You can't seriously expect me to-!" Hannah started, her fists clenched on the table.

One of the older men interrupted her, a smirk on his face. "Don't worry, sweetheart, we'll make sure you look perfect. The target won't be able to keep his eyes off you."

"I'm not here to be ogled at!" she snapped, her voice rising as her frustration built. "If you think-"

Before she could finish, Mr Togami slammed his hand down on the table, silencing her instantly. His voice was cold, dripping with authority and irritation.

"Hannah, that's enough."

Hannah's eyes flickered with anger, but she bit her tongue, sinking back into her chair. She could feel the weight of everyone's stares, the power dynamics in the room becoming more and more evident. She was outnumbered and outpowered here, no matter how much she wanted to fight back.

Leaning back in her chair, she crossed her arms, her face etched with frustration and defiance. She hated feeling like this; powerless, used. Her mind raced, trying to think of a way out of this humiliating situation, but every option seemed like a dead end. She cast a glance at Fuyuhiko, who was sitting rigidly across the table, still fuming from how the meeting had devolved.

"Someone get her ready." Mr Togami said dismissively, his eyes not even bothering to meet hers. He waved his hand towards one of the women standing by the door. "Make sure the clothes are appropriate for the mission."

Hannah's stomach twisted at his words. Appropriate. She knew exactly what he meant. Something tight, something revealing, something that would turn her into a spectacle. She opened her mouth to argue again, but the sharp, warning glance from Mr Togami made her pause. Her protests would only fall on deaf ears, or worse, make things even more difficult for her.

A woman from the Kuzuryu clan approached her, her expression neutral as she motioned for Hannah to follow. Reluctantly, Hannah stood from her chair, her movements stiff with frustration. As she turned to leave the room, she could still feel the lingering gazes of the men behind her, their eyes on her like she was nothing more than an object to be used.

Fuyuhiko's eyes followed her as she exited, his jaw set in a hard line. He wanted to do something, anything, to stop this. But he knew he was bound by the politics of the clans, and stepping out of line now would only complicate things for both of them.

As Hannah walked out of the room, her heart heavy with anger and apprehension, she couldn't shake the feeling that tonight was going to be much more difficult than she had originally thought. And deep down, she knew she'd have to rely on herself to get through it.