Number 9
Oogami Taro
Portable camera in hand, a somewhat hungover but jolly visitor draped his arm over the various women he encountered and took selfies. With a laugh and a thank you, he would make his rounds. For some of the particularly pretty ones he would try to sneak a kiss or claim he was a professional photographer (with a disposable camera) and some were air-headed enough to even believe it. He procured a few numbers, all of them with seven whole digits even, a marvel in and of itself. He would not be in town long enough to make use of any of them, but perhaps on a future adventure he would keep one of their beds warm being a benevolent servant to the better sex that he was.
This would go on for nearly an hour; he would knock on the office doors of some of the uppity ups to see if they were in, but more than likely their offices were barren. All the same, he would open the doors if they were unlocked and take a selfie in front of the office or even sit in their chairs if he could enter without being ejected from the tower.
Alas, all good things would have to come to an end, this being no exception. At least he would have his memories.
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