Photographs from a small group of islands
With the prices for state-of-the-art Japanese love dolls being almost as preposterous as some of their appendages, it’s perhaps not surprising that rental services, or even love doll love hotels, are popping up all over the place.
A business model that, in the long run at least, not only cuts down on staff costs, but also accommodation, although seeing Hello Kitty making the switch from merchandise to madam is mildly mind-blowing.
Maybe.
(image via Neta)
When it comes to dodgy dens of indecency, the Japanese capital quite literally takes some beating, with more than its fair share of maid made to measure ministrations. But, whereas many places make their particular niche well known — whether it be fatties or even furtive fiddles — one or two are happy to just hint at the noble naughtiness they hold nightly.
Although at the somewhat saucier Super Saloon, the publicised performance (パフォーマンス) may well be based around the participants’ pants rather than any pirouetting prowess.
Sadly, at least for those of a more sordid mindset, the almost mythical used panty vending machine appears to be very much a thing of the past, with rather more mundane merchandise now the main means of making money. A shift that was presumably brought about by a change in the law rather than logistics, as the sale of pungent pants was deemed illegal around half a decade ago.
However, where there’s a will there’s a way, and while this portacabin of porn boldly proclaims its stock of costumes and other collectibles,
a peek inside also reveals it has packs of used panties.
Well, sort of. The only problem being that due to the aforementioned law, they apparently only look like the real thing and, quite surprisingly, have a fragrance of fruit. Mango to be exact. Which, it has to be said, sounds almost unfeasibly fishy.
But regardless of their realism, for the connoisseur after contraband that’s more convincing, there’s still a staggering selection of stuff to choose from,
which, it has to be said, is certainly not to be sniffed at.
(click images for less pixelated panties)
As Tokyo is now positively teeming with host clubs, the competition has understandably become quite intense; a rivalry that isn’t just restricted to the clubs concerned but also the tousle-haired talents themselves, with number one ranking meaning markedly more money.
Pulling in the punters in the first place though is obviously the main priority, and each club appears to have its own gimmick. Tiara above offers gold-tinted gaudiness, and Rime has rustled up a gang,
but Vanilla is surely invincible,
as it has sensationally gone and got the services of God.
There are numerous retreats in Tokyo for all kinds of fetishes, from fatties to even furtive fiddles, and now, for those whose curiosity is based more on personality than appearance, there’s the opportunity to make a beeline for bar Baby.
An establishment that positively revels in the Machiavellian manner of its manpower.
Although that’s probably not altogether surprising, as their calculating conduct will no doubt concentrate almost completely on cash.
