Hannah stepped into the club, the pounding music and flashing lights immediately engulfing her senses. She made her way through the crowd, her eyes scanning the room with a practiced focus. The chaotic energy of the club contrasted sharply with her own sense of irritation and frustration. After searching for a while, she finally spotted her target, a man slumped on a couch, clearly passed out from too many drinks.

She sighed, pulling out her phone to inform the clans of the situation. The response came swiftly. "You have to stay in the club until we finish our part of the mission." the message read. Hannah's frustration deepened as she read the message. The last thing she wanted was to remain in the club under these circumstances.

Grumbling under her breath, she slipped her phone back into her purse and made her way over to the bar. The bartender, a young woman with a bright smile, greeted her. Hannah, still fuming, ordered a drink to help calm her nerves and pass the time. She took a seat on one of the high stools, her back turned to the crowd as she sipped her drink.

As she waited, her mind raced with thoughts of Fuyuhiko and the way he'd reacted earlier. His protective nature, even if possessive, had been comforting amidst the chaos. She tried to push those thoughts aside and focus on the task at hand, but the longer she stayed in the club, the more her irritation grew.

Minutes turned into hours, and the club continued to buzz with energy around her. Hannah's patience was wearing thin as she watched the target remain motionless on the couch. She found herself glancing toward the entrance periodically, hoping to see Fuyuhiko's familiar face or receive some form of communication from the clans about the mission's progress.

Despite the distractions and discomfort of her outfit, Hannah did her best to keep up appearances, trying to blend in with the crowd. Every so often, she would receive an update from the clans, but nothing seemed to indicate that the mission was nearing completion. She took another sip of her drink, trying to maintain her composure and wait it out as best as she could.

In the back of her mind, she was counting the moments until she could leave the club and finally get out of the tight, revealing dress. Until then, she would have to endure the uncomfortable situation and hope that the mission would be wrapped up soon.

Hannah took another sip of her drink, her eyes scanning the room with a mix of boredom and irritation. The pulsing beat of the music seemed to blend into the background as she tried to pass the time. Just as she was about to take another sip, she felt the stool beside her shift.

A man, impeccably dressed in a sleek suit, took a seat beside her. Hannah barely glanced over, focused on her drink, but the man's presence was hard to ignore. She could sense that he was someone important, the way he carried himself exuded confidence and authority.

The man's gaze swept over Hannah with a knowing smirk, his eyes glinting with recognition. "Well, if it isn't the Togami heir herself." he said, his voice smooth and rich. "I must say, this is quite the surprise."

Hannah's heart skipped a beat as she froze, the words he'd spoken echoing in her mind. Her cover was blown. She turned to face him, forcing herself to appear calm despite her rising panic.

"Quite the coincidence to find a Togami here." the man said smoothly, his voice carrying an unmistakable hint of amusement. "I must say, it's a pleasure to finally meet you."

Hannah turned her head slightly, her eyes narrowing as she took in the man's smug expression. "Do I know you?" she asked, her tone guarded.

The man's smirk widened, revealing a hint of satisfaction. "I'm Saito Morioka." he said, extending a hand with a practiced, charming smile. "From the Morioka clan. It's been quite a while since we've had the pleasure of meeting anyone from the Togami family in such... informal surroundings."

Hannah's eyes narrowed. She had heard much about the Morioka clan, a longstanding rival to both the Togami and Kuzuryu clans. She had always hoped to avoid any entanglements with them, knowing how dangerous and calculated they were.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Hannah said, trying to keep her voice steady. "And I suggest you leave me alone."

The man chuckled softly. "Come now, don't play coy. I recognize you from a mile away."

As Saito settled back into his seat, his demeanor shifted from casual observation to overt flirtation. He leaned in closer, his tone turning smooth and enticing.

"You know," he began, his voice a low murmur, "I didn't expect to see someone as captivating as you here tonight. It's not every day I get to meet someone from the Togami clan up close."

Hannah rolled her eyes, her irritation barely masked. She took a sip of her drink, trying to ignore his presence. "I don't have time for your games," she said curtly, hoping to discourage him.

Saito's smirk widened, unfazed by her clear disinterest. "Games? Oh, I'm just making conversation. You seem a bit out of place here, though. A lovely lady like yourself must have better things to do than hang out in a club."

Hannah's patience was wearing thin. "I'm here on business. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd appreciate it if you'd leave me alone."

Saito's smirk didn't falter. Instead, it seemed to deepen as he assessed her with a mixture of amusement and intrigue.

"Business, is it? Well, that's quite a vague term, don't you think? Especially given the circumstances. A high-profile Togami showing up at a club like this? It's hardly ordinary." He chuckled, leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms. "How intriguing. And yet, here you are, alone and seemingly uncomfortable. Surely, there must be something more you'd like to talk about."

His voice dripped with insincerity, and Hannah could sense that he was probing for information. She knew that the Morioka clan had long been rivals to both the Togami and Kuzuryu clans. Their enmity was well-known, and Saito's interest in her was likely a strategic move designed to unsettle her and gain leverage.

"What are you really after?" Hannah asked, her tone edging on suspicion. "You're not here to make small talk."

Saito's eyes gleamed with a mix of amusement and cunning. "Oh, come now. I'm just trying to get to know you better. Besides, it's not every day I get the chance to interact with someone from such a prestigious family."

Hannah's frustration bubbled to the surface. "Cut the crap. I know the Morioka clan and the Togami clan don't exactly see eye to eye. So what's your game? Are you trying to get a reaction out of me so you can stir things up with my clan?"

Saito's smile remained as he observed her reaction. "You're quite perceptive. Yes, the Morioka and Togami clans have a long history of rivalry. But don't you think it's a bit outdated? Perhaps it's time for new dynamics, new alliances. And who better to test the waters with than someone like you?"

Hannah's expression hardened, her resolve clear. "I'm not interested in playing games or becoming part of your schemes. If you have something to say, say it. Otherwise, leave me alone."

Saito's eyes flickered with a mix of respect and amusement. "Very well. I'll leave you to your business."

As Saito rose from his seat, he leaned in slightly, taking Hannah's hand in his. With a practiced, seductive grace, he pressed a lingering kiss to her knuckles. His lips brushed her skin lightly, and his eyes locked onto hers with a smirk that conveyed both his charm and his ulterior motives.

"Until we meet again, Miss Togami." he murmured, his voice soft but laced with an undercurrent of challenge.

Hannah watched him with a mixture of disgust and frustration. As he straightened and turned to leave, she couldn't help but scoff at his audacity. The gesture was intended to unsettle her and provoke a reaction, but she refused to let him see any sign of her irritation.

"Don't hold your breath." she muttered, barely audible over the ambient noise of the club.

Saito's smirk widened briefly before he walked away, leaving Hannah alone at the bar. She wiped her hand on her dress, trying to shake off the feeling of his lingering touch. Despite her best efforts to remain composed, the encounter left her unsettled.

As she turned her attention back to the task at hand, she mentally prepared herself for the rest of the night. Hannah had to stay focused and find a way to make the most of her situation, no matter how much she despised the unwanted attention from her enemies.