As Lorelei walked her way into the cabaret district of hosenka, she was more interested in these places over the various bars or gambling halls. She didn't like alcohol too much, she never recalled anything about drinking in her past (not that she had any sort of past to remember). And gambling was a gateway to owing more money than you could manage to scrounge up, so nuts to that.
No, she was here to visit one of the clubs, she liked the company of other women, and she was looking to see if she could line up someone to get a job at one of these clubs or cabarets. It might lead to meeting more people, it might lead to jogging her memory.
As she meandered her way through the swathes of people, her body twisted to the left or contorted to the right to avoid bumping shoulders with anyone. She had learned a valuable lesson about keeping an eye on the look of people, and to avoid bumping into them. She had enough with Yakuza in this city already.
As the pink-haired amnesiac found her way to one of the clubs, aptly named The Grand, she cleared her throat, before slapping her cheeks, psyching herself up!
"Okay, let's see what this is all about!" She declared before seeing herself inside, pulling her hood down.
She wasn't the most well dressed, but she didn't have much wardrobe, she did have plenty of money to throw here though, and money talks.
The workers here wore plenty of fancy yukata, and all had a different look about them, catering to the various clientele that came in. Lorelei found herself turning a bright red just at the thought of sitting down in one of these booths for five minutes!