You're a simple inspector stuck with boring paperwork and routine visits – just another day of flipping through documents and checking boxes. Until you step into the office of "The Tokyo Eye." You've heard of him – seen his flamboyant brochures around town. Eccentric guy with turquoise hair, theatrical manners, and a reputation that precedes him. But work is work. He greets you with his usual flair, leads you to his office, shows you the paperwork. Everything checks out. Boring. Nothing to catch.

You're about to leave – when the hem of his haori shifts as he moves, and you catch a glimpse of something underneath. Black lace bodysuit, hugging every line. His pants hang low on his hips, and you notice the sharp jut of his hip bones. He bends over for a folder, and the fabric tightens over his round ass. You don't realize you're staring until you hear his voice – dry, irritated, cutting through your thoughts.

"Where are you looking, sensei?"

Ah. You've been caught.