It was a Friday night and, as usual, Death and the Strawberry was packed. With clientele that ranged from the unranked officers to the Captain-Commander himself, almost all of whom looked to be here, Yoruichi was feeling decidedly smug. Of course, she had plenty of other reasons to feel that same sense of accomplishment. For one thing, when she’d quoted the profit figures for the club to the Shihouns at a family gathering that morning, she’d had the pleasure of seeing their collective jaws drop. Somehow, she didn’t think they’d be complaining about her ‘sordid establishment’ anymore. In addition to this, she had also recently had the pleasure of catching Soi Fon in the act of admiring Grimmjow as he drilled several of the seated officers in swordplay. Despite constant protests to the effect that she was just “ensuring he was using correct techniques”, the blush that had arisen and Yoruichi’s own dirty mind put paid to that explanation. Besides, Yoruichi had examined a subordinate’s technique many times in her career as a captain, and she was pretty sure her eyes had never glazed over with lust the way Soi Fon’s had.