Nagoya, Japan (Women's Football Club)

Josh sat in a cramped, cluttered office, across from a young female paralegal. He couldn't comprehend the amount of paper-work that needed to be completed. Every time she handed him a new form, or handed the pen back to him, her hands brushed against his, in a movement she tried to make look accidental. she doesn't seem capable of maintaining eye contact, blushing and looking away every time he tries.

"Sign here on this form, authorizing our attorney to file the necessary documents on your behalf to convert your tourist visa to a non-working resident visa"

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"Sign here to be added as a tenant for the FC's group house"

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"Sign here to consent to a monthly stipend of 600,000 JPY"

While Josh might've been bored, it seemed to him that Team Captain Yui, sat in the corner fidgeting her legs while still in her football kit from her interrupted practice, was barely containing her impatience.

Josh was struck by how quickly he had come to this situation.

He planned to visit Tokyo, but short notice tickets to Nagoya ended up being cheaper. He planned to immediately take the train to and get acquainted with cosplayers in Akihibara. He had only just left the plane when he was standing infront of a 8 meter wide advertisement in the arriving terminal. It was group photo of the The Nagoya women's soccer team. 27 fit, and athletic women in crimson uniforms stood on a soccer pitch, making the Heart gesture with their hands. "White man, will you be our boyfriend?" was written across the photo, above a phone number.

The airport in general turned out to be full of similar advertisements. Smaller pictures of smaller groups, usually wearing lingerie and advertising competitive skills and accomodations. To preserve the team’s public image, their advertisement was amongst the tamest, although the person he spoke to on the phone offered an in-person, private viewing to you help you decide. It sounded fun, but the toned thighs and boyish haircuts had already convinced him.

A car was sent to pick you up at the airport. The team captain spent an alarmingly short time interviewing you before declaring you fit for purpose. She stumbled over her English from time to time.

“You, not always lay down and take us on top. We practice very much. We get tired often. Sometimes we lay down and you need to sex us behind” she tries a few more ways to communicate her condition “Four-legs, like inu…” she bends over without fully getting on all fours and imitates a small dog barking.

Finally her meaning clicks. Yes, Doggy-style, no trouble at all Josh says. She smiles satisfied, and he’s ushered towards to team’s Legal counsel to finalize the arrangement.

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“And sign here to say you understand the terms of the 4-year retention agreement,” Finally, the paperwork seems to be finished. Yui looks at you expectantly.