Tokyo Tower, a Glass Toilet, and Pocari Sweat. The Surreal World of a VIP Outcall.

The other day, at the request of a certain overseas celebrity client (who is also a friend), I went to a royal suite at a hotel in Tokyo for an outcall session.

It costs several hundred thousand yen per night.
As expected, the moment I opened the door, it was like stepping into another world.

The living room alone was like... 50 square meters? And the bedroom another 30?
The bathroom was so huge, a typical Tokyo studio apartment could fit inside it.
To top it off, even the toilet inside the bathroom had glass walls, which made me feel strangely nervous just trying to use it.

I have opportunities to visit luxury suites for VIP clients a few times a year, but maybe because I’ve been a hermit in my small studio for so long, I always get flustered in these "unnecessarily vast spaces."

She is such a lovely woman and told me, "Just relax in the room and wait for me," and "Feel free to order room service."
But... honestly, I can't just "order freely" (lol).
Because I’m terrified that a single glass of orange juice might cost thousands of yen.

In the end, I sat on the sofa overlooking Tokyo Tower, sipping a 160-yen Pocari Sweat I bought at the station, waiting stiffly in a nervous posture.

I felt sorry, and also a bit funny, about my own timidness—unable to smartly accept her pure kindness.

Next time, I think I’ll try to order an orange juice with a trembling voice.