In the heart of Seattle on an October weekend, a buzzer goes off at the door to a highly luxurious apartment in the metropolitan area. Awaiting its call inside was a young man of distinctly Japanese descent, surrounded by furniture and ornamentation to further indicate so.
"Mr. Kuroki," a doorman spoke through a small speaker on the wall, "Miss Rebecca Hopkins is here to see you."
"Yeah, that sounds about right. Send her up," a young man answered the call.
As a recent high school graduate and the son of highly successful Japanese tech executives working in the United States, Mokuba Kuroki had begun to work his family connections in both the education and business worlds, having enrolled at the university in hopes of reaching his parents' level of income and influence. Now a few months short of his nineteenth birthday, the attire of this young Asian male was a pressed and proper white business suit but this contrasted his jet-black hair that hair he grew out long and unruly. Despite this, he remained home alone, as was common with a family involved in such high-level work, but that suited him just fine as he awaited his incoming guest from a lavish executive chair. Upon hearing a knock and giving his approval to open the door, a female close to his age dressed in the attire of an elite college student with a pink coat, white tie, small reading glasses, and purple skirt stepped into the room.
"Rebecca," the privileged student greeted his visitor, "It's nice to see you again."
"Save the small talk," she found herself a seat.
"Not even a hello?
"What's the need? You already know why I'm here."
The one who had come out to see Mokuba was his acquaintance in academia at the local campus for the University of Washington, the overachieving Rebecca Hopkins. Only weeks older than him, the blond-haired, blue-eyed, moderately curvy, almost stereotypically American girl had done quite well for herself. While Mokuba had been riding through life on money, Rebecca had become his classmate at university through sky-high grades and scholarships. Her greater track in life had already been largely laid out for her, but her business today concerned more recent events as she took her seat in a smaller chair across from him.
"Now, now, no need to be like that, I just wanted to talk a little first. We are friends, aren't we?
"In a certain way, I suppose. You were a big help on that first group assignment," she rolled her eyes.
"Darn right, I was," Mokuba elaborated, "Can't believe a girl with a GPA over 4.0 would so carelessly spill a soft drink over her laptop the night before the due date. I just happen to know the right people to get such a thing replaced as quickly as possible."
"Yeah, you sure are loaded, aren't you?" Rebecca noted, "Plus it would've been bad for your grade as well if I wasn't able to finish my part of the presentation, right?"
"Now, now, no need for that," he tried to ease the tension, "The time and money is no big deal, I simply happen to have good connections. I just thought having you over would be enough to call us even."
"Well you do have a nice place here," the college girl took in her surroundings, noticing distinctly Japanese decor around the living room which included small bonsai oak trees and an exquisitely sheathed katana on the wall, "Were you born in Japan?"
"Almost, my mother moved here while she was pregnant with me. I've got dual citizenship though. Some politicians might call me an anchor baby."
"Oh please, they only care when the person in question is poor," the student rolled her eyes, "Honestly, you're so privileged that it amazes me you still don't have a girlfriend that you'd have me over alone like this."
"It's not for a lack of interest," Mokuba clarified, "It's more due to general compatibility issues."
"Compatibility issues?" his guest raised an eyebrow.
"Sexual compatibility to be blunt. None of my high school girls managed to click with me in bed. We tried, but I could tell that it simply wasn't working."
"Oh, I see," a realization seemed to come to her, "That's why you started doing that."
"Doing what?" he blinked.
"Stuffing a little something extra in those dress pants," Rebecca noted the outline on his groin, always present in class but now obvious in a way that it would be spotted even by those who were not deliberately looking for it, "It's a simple way to get people a little interested in you before you even propose doing anything with them."
"What makes you think that?" he cocked an eyebrow.
"I understand Japanese guys average out on the smaller side but I think it's somewhat tragic and cruel that it's interfered with your ability to develop a healthy sex life."
"What? That's what you think?"
"Sorry but you overplayed your and overcompensated a bit too much," she eyed him over again, "That bulge is looking just a bit too hefty to come off as authentic."
"Is that so?" Mokuba sensed an emerging opportunity.
"Y-Yes?" Rebecca caught some worrying vibes emanating from his creeping grin.
"Well, that's more than a little insulting. If you're going to make such bold generalizations like that, why not directly verify it first?"
"How?"
"How about you unzip me a bit and take a look for yourself?"
"Huh? That's ridiculous!" she scoffed.
"Why? Do you just get to make borderline racist accusations, and I get no chance to rebut them?"
"No, I didn't mean it like that..."
"Then give me a chance to defend myself," he proposed much more seriously than before.
"Forget it," she suddenly changed her tune, "I can only blame myself for making assumptions off of ethnic stereotypes, but it still doesn't feel right to me, trying to get your pants off when I barely know you."
"I know, I'm just messing with you a bit" he rose from his chair, "That said, why not come with me to check out somewhere where it will feel more right instead? This was actually what I was planning to show you next before we got off-topic."
Ushering her to follow his lead, Mokuba led his guest out of the living room and around the corner towards the bathroom which he revealed to be directly styled after a Japanese bathhouse with both an area for sitting in a sauna and bathing.
"Now THIS looks expensive," Rebecca needed a moment to take it all in.
"Shared nudity isn't as big a deal in eastern cultures as it is around here," the Asian boy explained, "Would you care to let off some steam with me here instead?
"Wellllllll..." the varying sources of temptation bore down on her, "Maybe just a little bit."
