**Chapter 2: A Slumber of Deception**

The hours passed, and I slept soundly, lulled by Hange's gentle vibrations and soothing presence. His associates came and went, discussing business matters and bowing to their leader. Hange's voice remained calm and collected, but his eyes often strayed to me, checking on me as if to ensure I was still safe and sound. As the sun began to set, casting a warm orange glow over the city, Hange's tail tightened around me, pulling me closer. He whispered softly in my ear, "Time to wake up, my love. We have a special dinner planned for tonight." His breath sent shivers down my spine, and I stirred, rubbing my eyes with my fists. I sat up, stretching my arms and yawning, feeling a bit disoriented. Hange smiled and handed me a glass of water, which I sipped gratefully. My mouth felt dry from sleeping with my pacifier, and the cool water helped to revive me. As I looked around the lounge, I noticed that it had grown quieter. The yakuza members had left, and only a few guards remained stationed outside the door. Hange stood up, pulling me to my feet, and I wrapped my arms around his waist, feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation. "Tonight, we'll be dining at a special restaurant," he said, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "One that I've been wanting to try out for a while now." I nodded, intrigued, and Hange led me out of the lounge, his arm around my waist. We descended to the ground floor, where a sleek black limousine waited for us. The driver, a stoic-looking man with a stern expression, bowed to Hange as we approached. As we entered the limousine, I felt a sense of luxury wash over me. The soft leather seats and dim lighting made me feel like I was in a world of my own. Hange sat beside me, his tail wrapping around me once more, holding me close. The limousine glided through the city streets, and I gazed out the window, watching the neon lights blur by. I felt carefree and happy, enjoying the gentle vibrations of the car and Hange's soothing presence. But as we drove, I began to notice that the streets were becoming increasingly deserted. The skyscrapers gave way to older buildings, and the neon lights grew dimmer. I felt a twinge of anxiety, wondering where we were headed. Hange seemed to sense my unease and pulled me closer. "Don't worry, my love," he whispered. "We're almost there. Just a little farther." I nodded, trying to trust him, but my sensory issues were on high alert. The city seemed to be growing darker and more menacing, and I clung to Hange, feeling a sense of trepidation. The limousine finally stopped in front of a nondescript building, and Hange's driver opened the door. Hange stood up, pulling me out of the limousine, and I gazed up at the building, feeling a sense of unease. The sign above the door read "Kuroba Restaurant," and I wondered what kind of place this was. Hange smiled and took my hand, leading me toward the entrance. As we stepped inside, I was enveloped by a world of darkness and mystery. The air was thick with the scent of incense, and the sound of soft music drifted through the air. I felt like I was entering a different world, one that was both alluring and intimidating. Hange's arm wrapped tighter around me, and I knew that I was safe with him. But as we descended into the depths of the restaurant, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, that Hange's plan was about to unfold in ways I couldn't imagine.