I'll try this story from Yusei's POV, like "Intoxicating Temptress."

Ob this day in New Domino, things seemed to be going as smoothly as they could possibly be. Even in this building (which was mainly a clock repair shop run by our temperamental landlord, Zora), not much was going on. At least that's what I thought. I was tending to my runner when I heard a knock at the front door.

"On my way," I alerted to whoever was knocking. I smoothed out the wrinkles on my black and red patterned muscle shirt, pulled the door open, and who else did I see but Zora. Many times she came by, she was regularly nice to me and stern with my roommates, Jack and Crow. However, they weren't home at the time. So I could expect that she wouldn't raise her voice.

"It's a good thing that it's just you here, Yusei," the old woman said calmly. "This way, I won't have to raise my voice."

"What do you need?" I inquired of her.

"Well, I've got some company coming over tonight," Zora listed. "And while this is absolutely in no way your fault, I'm going to need you and the other two out of the building while they're here."

"How come?" I wondered.

"Let's just say these people are not particularly fond of those from the Satellite, like you, Crow, and Jack," she explained. "And I don't want them to think I've gone soft."

"How long do you need us to be gone?" I asked.

"The get-together starts at seven and could run past nine," Zora answered. "So it would be best if you three were out before seven."

"All right," I breathed. "I'll tell the guys when they get back." Just then, our female landlord pulled out a lightly crumpled envelope and handed it to me.

"What's this for?" I wondered aloud as I opened it to see there were several dollar bills of various denominations.

"I want you three to go out and have fun since I need you all out of here for a few hours," she answered back. "Spend it however you wish. Just try to use it all up."

"Can do," I promised as I stuck the envelope in my back pocket and closed the front door.

I resumed to working on my runner to pass the time until Crow and Jack got back. I knew for a fact that Crow was out working. As for Jack, it was anybody's guess.

The clock struck six pm, one hour until Zora's party or whatever would start. Crow came back first after putting in a nine hour day.

"Hey Yusei," he greeted me as he rolled his ride in through the open garage door. "What's the good word?"

"Zora's got some company coming over in about an hour and needs Jack, you, and I out of here while they're here," I put it bluntly. "And her friends belong to the contingent that does not like Satellite people."

"Bummer," the former thief commented as he pulled off his helmet. "What do you propose we do? There isn't anything cheap to do in this city." Upon his remark, I retrieved the envelope Zora gave me and placed on a nearby table.

"What's that?" Crow pondered, pointing to the envelope.

"Enough money to do whatever we want," I retorted. "But we're not deciding until Jack gets back." It was at that point the front door squeaked open and Jack stumbled in.

"No more need to be missing me any…more," he slurred. "Your belov-ed king has returned."

"Again?" Crow sweated. "How long have you been drinking today, Jack?"

"Not since I left the café," the once-champ slurred with better diction. "I left when Happy Hour got too depressing for me. So what do we have going?"

"Zora wants the three of us out of this place while she's hosting a get-together in less than an hour," I reiterated for Jack. "And she's given us some money to do anything we want."

"What do you propose we do, Jack?" Crow queried. "And nothing that lands us in the Facility."

"Strip club," Atlas blurted out. Crow and I looked at each other in confusion, then back at Jack. He wasn't really one to go to for suggestions. Then again, there was a first time for everything.

"Is that the alcohol talking or is that your idea?" I retaliated.

"It's my idea and it's a good one," Jack squelched, showing no signs of having been drunk in the first place. "I know a place, not too far from here." Crow and I just shrugged and went with it. We hopped on our rides and drove out with Jack leading the way.

This place we were going to was definitely out of the city and all. I didn't think it was possible for a gentlemen's club (that's how I refer to them) to not be a part of a thriving night scene like New Domino's.

"How much further, Jack?" I quizzed him as we reached the outskirts.

"We're getting close," he hollered back. "Just keep your eyes peeled for a blue and pink neon sign." I shook my head at his direction and focused my vision on what's ahead of me. It wasn't long until we see a glowing sign that read "Traveler's Excursion."

"Not much of a name," Crow commented as we parked our runners and hopped off.

"Don't mind the name," Jack shot back, strolling up to the entrance. "Gentlemen, what stands behind this very door are some of the finest legs and figures on this planet."

"Is this really even a good idea?" I solicited. "I mean, there are so many other things these girls could be doing that are more worthwhile. What we're doing is subjecting this lifestyle to them." Jack bunched his eyebrows together, stomped over, and drove his fist into my stomach.

"If you were going to bore us with all this upright stuff, you should've done it before we left," the blonde guy spat while snatching the envelope from my pocket. "No turning back now." Crow came by and helped me catch my breath after Jack had already gotten inside.

When the two of us hobbled inside the swiveling door, we were met with a continuous loop of techno/synthesizer music, the scent of cigarette smoke, spotlights moving around, and dancers swinging around on poles.

"In for a penny, in for a pound," Crow spoke. "Just try and have some fun." Once he was confident I could breath, he let me go and went to find Jack. I brushed my shirt off and headed for the bar at the right of the showroom. There wasn't anyone else there except the bartender on duty, who I assume was one of the dancers. I took a seat on one of the stools, facing the catwalk, where I saw Crow and Jack were sitting at the base. The sound of footsteps walking on heels gradually came closer to me and stopped.

"What'll you have, cowboy?" an enticing female voice asked me.

"I'm not much in the mood for drinking, Miss…uh…" I trailed off. The footsteps got quieter then louder. A squeak followed next to me. Sure enough, the bartender had come around and sat on the stool next to mine.

"Just call me Akiza," she replied. I craned my head to my right to see that she was dressed in a skintight gardener's outfit and black hot pants. Her hair was a thick magenta color and bundled up to house a rose.

"And what's your name, stranger?" the dancer asked me.

"The name's Yusei," I supplied as my answer. "Yusei Fudo."

"That's a peculiar name," Akiza commented. "But in a good way."

"Thanks," I retorted. "Let me ask you this: why do you do what you do?"

"Simple: it distances me from me from the disappointment," she uttered.

"What do you mean by that?" I wondered, looking at Akiza.

"Before I came here, I was a student at Duel Academy," Akiza recounted. "My parents sent me there to help me become a duelist. Problem is, although I had decent skills, I didn't have many friends that wanted to be around me. They knew that my father is on the city senate and has political influence. Eventually I got depressed, dropped out, and wound up here."

"What gimmick did you go by?" I followed up.

"Sexy gardener," she reported. "I loved flowers as a child and that's what I went with." I watched her eyes trail down to where I kept my deck.

"You're a duelist too?" Akiza pondered.

"Uh, yes, I am," I stammered. "My deck is made of cards other people threw away."

"I bet you're a good player," the dancer added as a compliment. "I want to see how good you are."

"Maybe that can be arranged," I tried to promise when I noticed Jack waving his arms at me. "Looks like I'm heading out." I hopped off my stool and headed for the door when I heard a pair of heels following me. Akiza held out her hand on my shoulder to stop me.

"Will I see you again?" she asked of me like a young child. I felt my heart warm up to her and I put my hand on top of hers.

"Who knows?" I tried to wrap up. "I certainly wouldn't mind talking to you again." I unlatched her hand from my shoulder and headed out to my runner.

Well, what do you all think? I figured I may as well get another story started and have the premise ready whenever "Your Shot" is complete, which I want to have reach 100 reviews. Anyway, tell me what you think and hopefully I get a following with this story.