In a certain part of Tokyo, I entered a peculiar sushi restaurant introduced by an informant. Stepping inside, I was immediately struck by the astonishing sight before me. The staff consisted of three women, nearly naked, serving customers. It felt as if I had wandered into the mythical Dragon Palace. One of the girls called out to me, saying my abalone was ready. Drawn in by her voice, I found myself immersed in the surreal world of the restaurant.