Night. Somewhere in Roppongi. I'm walking with Waka after a night at a cabaret club. Waka is already a little tipsy. The man is taking pictures with his cell phone. We walk and chat idly. Along the way, he gets tired and sits down. In his drunken state, Waka invites me to a hotel, saying, "I'd like to go somewhere where I can rest for a bit." Hotel...