The compendium gained one more entry.
Mika's criteria for adding to his compendium were extremely strict, so much so that even if he completed the act himself, it wouldn't count as an addition to the compendium. It was all about interaction; while voices could be feigned, the distinctive spasm and contraction couldn't be faked.
After it was over.
Mika lit up a cigarette and began to smoke. For him, this had become quite dull. It was simply something to do when he couldn't find anything else, a form of casual entertainment without much meaning—nothing more than a platinum trophy maniac.
"My heavens... how do you manage it?"
The prostitute's scholarly robe was half-draped, still emanating charm. The garment was simply a pale color, its waist cinched and without pleating in the hoop skirt, complete with a curved collar on both sides of the neckline.
The reason Mika could perform with such intensity was not only his talent but also the boost from secret medicines.
