"A gift to her son"

Evening cast its shadowy hues over Tokyo, the city's skyline shimmered with the promise of another vibrant and cool night. Among the myriad lights and busy streets, a beacon of luxury stood tall in the heart of Roppongi, a penthouse that exuded high fortune, opulence, and sophistication, a new addition to the wealth of the Matriach.

Risa Rourke, the Matriach of a silent, secretive, dark, behemoth, and powerful crime organization, had spared no expense in acquiring this lavish abode.

A hundred billion yen exchanged hands for this haven in the sky, but to Risa, such figures were mere drops in the ocean of her wealth.

The penthouse, with its panoramic views and exquisite design, was a gift to her son, Ray Shigeyoshi. Yet, until Ray was ready to depart Japan with his mother and aunt, the penthouse would be their temporary home.

The entrance to the penthouse was a grand affair, with marble floors and crystal chandeliers that reflected the evening light. Risa stepped inside, her presence commanding the space. Her European and royal beauty was striking, drawing the eyes of many, though she paid them no mind.

Her sister, Daffodil, followed closely behind, her demeanor contrasting sharply with Risa's. Where Risa was calm and composed, Daffodil was playful and seductive, her every move designed to attract and ensnare.

Then Ms. Solanki, aka Rakshesha, brought an air of intensity to the gathering. Her Indian beauty and fierce demeanor were impossible to ignore. As they made their way through the penthouse, the trio discussed the future in hushed tones, their words filled with a mixture of urgency and resolve.

"Rakshesha." Risa began, her voice steady and authoritative.

"You are to remain a false Queenswoman within my sister's organization. Your role is very crucial." Risa added.

Rakshesha nodded, her eyes reflecting a steely determination.

"And what of Hera and Valkyrie, Matriach?" Rakshesha humbly asked.

"Keep your facade and call them for departure. Tell them you've been busy locating Izanami but your attempt was a failure." Risa instructed.

"Don't let my little sister be suspicious of you." Risa added.

Rakshesha humbly nodded again.

A moment of silence followed, broken only by the distant hum of the city below. Rakshesha hesitated before asking the question that lingered on her mind.

"And what of Izanami, Matriach?" Rakshesha asked.

Risa's gaze hardened, her expression unyielding.

"I'll deal with her myself." Risa muttered.

The atmosphere in the penthouse was tense yet calm, a paradox that mirrored the intricate web of power and strategy Risa navigated. Outside, the city continued its relentless pulse, unaware of the machinations unfolding within the penthouse walls.

Despite the weighty conversation, the allure of the three exquisite, powerful, and tall women did not go unnoticed. Men who crossed their path were captivated by their beauty. Risa and Rakshesha dismissed the attention with cold indifference, their minds focused on different things. Daffodil, however, reveled in the admiration. Her sly smiles and playful glances were a testament to her love for attention, and she basked in it without shame.

As they passed through the opulent lobby, a group of businessmen couldn't help but to stare, their gazes fixed on the three women. One of them, bold and clearly smitten, approached Daffodil with a confident smile.

"Excuse me, miss." The man began, his spoke with good English but with hard Japanese accent and his eyes lingering on her.

"I couldn't help but notice your beauty, especially your eyes. Would you allow me the honor of buying you a drink?" He added.

Daffodil's eyes sparkled with amusement and she leaned slightly.

"Oh, how sweet of you. But I'm afraid I have more pressing matters to attend to. Perhaps another time?" She uttered, her voice dripping with playful charm.

The man looked momentarily disappointed but nodded, unable to resist her allure.

"Of course. I'll look forward to it." The man said.

As he walked away, Daffodil turned to her sister and Rakshesha, a mischievous grin spreading across her face.

"It's almost too easy." She murmered, clearly enjoying the effect she had on men around her.

Rakshesha rolled her eyes.

"You do love the attention, don't you, Madam Rourke?" Rakshesha said.

"It's a gift, honey." Daffodil shrugged elegantly.

Risa, maintaining her composed demeanor, allowed herself a brief smile.

"Just remember, Daffodil, we're her for my son. Enjoy the attention, but don't lose focus." Risa spoke.

Daffodil winked at her playfully.

"Don't worry, sis. I can handle both." She confidently said.