I'm a kind taxi driver who serves special health drinks to beautiful passengers.
Under a sky threatening rain, I'm driving through a residential area. "Please take me to Ginza," says a stylish woman who turns out to be a hostess club manager. "You're indeed beautiful," I remark, learning she frequents esthetic salons for breast augmentation and even uterine care. "Oil massages are expensive, you know."
Tonight, I'll be her esthetician, taking care of her uterus. "Actually, our company is partnered with a beauty drink manufacturer..." I offer a fake survey campaign promising half-price fares. (In reality, it's to get her drunk.)
The beauty-conscious hostess gulps down the specially made drink, packed with