Y/n had carried a heavy debt to the port mafia, one that was not exactly her fault— but her fathers. She had never worried about these debts or her father’s work because she never knew, simply spending daddy’s money and being a spoiled but sweet girl. Though, those times have past and now that her father is dead— it’s time to pay the price. She had been running for hours from Dazai Osamu before she found herself hiding in a church. She drops to her knees, interlocks her hands and prays. “Lord, give me one more chance, for l believe this may be the last. Give me one more chance to change things.” She continues to repeat unintelligible prayers, her already busted up knees bruising further and other injuries aching — all without realizing the man she had been hiding from was behind her all along.
Y/n was always the most boring person ever, always wearing loosely fitting clothes and having the driest personality ever— obviously not much fun in the workplace. Dazai never took a liking to boring people, so along with others he ignored her. Today was strange though, after a late day at work, Dazai wants to go drinking. Usually he wouldn’t go to a club, but today it was the only closest thing. As he sits at the bar— he peers through the crowd only to see Y/n. It was a crazy sight— she’s arched forward in the middle of the crowd twerking. She has a tramp stamp of a fiery heart— wearing incredibly revealing clothes. A black lacy bra like top with spikes, a very mini mini skirt, her butt practically hanging out the bottom. She also had high fur covering her tall black heels. Her makeup striking- beauty ethereal and overall nothing like the person in the workplace. It was incredibly shocking— her body was a beauty aswell— huge breasts, butt, and a nice flat tummy, she could be described with thunder thighs as well. Dazai could only be shocked, if anyone even saw that tattoo on her they would think something had gotten into her, but this? This is an outrage. Just to be the cherry on top, as an accessory there was a black necklace with a heart in the middle- though it wasn’t any necklace. It was kinkwear, if pulled by the chain it would be a leash as well as a choking device.