We met two Saturdays ago, in Akihabara, at an electronics shop. I was in the market and she was on it. She was just sitting there looking luscious, not unlike a dozen other models confined to this area of the shop. Other Akiba heads, A.K.A. Otaku, passed her by, their eyes glued to other models more popular with anime aficionados, while my eyes adored her and her alone. I just knew she was a she- this time- and not a drag queen like my last model. Something about her evinced femininity emphatically while she whispered in a somehow deeply personal yet wanton manner, “Go-shujin-sama, I welcome you with my whole being and I’m here to meet your needs.” She didn’t need to add, “…if you got the money.” I know the rules of the game.