The Macho Man Randy Savage was slowly making large business moves, furthering his bright future one step at a time. His next venture was to open his own shop in the heart of Detroit. In the central area of Bricktown, Detroit, Randy was able to purchase an old suit shop from a retired man. It took a little bit of persuasion, sure, but the man eventually reached a middle ground and accepted a deal. The Macho Man renovated the shop making it stand out more, in order to attract more business.

The shop had two large glass plane displays with his apparel on display. The trademark of his clothes was Savage Apparel. Which general featured bright clothing, with florescent colors, and often animal print patterns. The style was a flashy one, but it was all The Macho Man knew. He was certain others out there would take joy in having such magnificent, and fabulous clothes available in brick and mortar.

However, he was very aware that it would be a poor business decision to assume every consumer had his same amazing taste in style. With that in mind he had a staff of professional tailors in his shop able to custom make any suit, dress, hat, or gloves that anyone could imagine ever wanting. The only limit was one’s imagination. Most of the store had Savage Apparel on display, but there was a small window where people could walk up and put in custom orders.

The Macho Man also had a small office in the rear of the shop where he would often have private meetings with various customers and members of the community. Sometimes related to apparel, most of the time though, not so much. In this office was his leather chair behind a massive luxurious desk. Opposite the desk were two more large leather chairs, behind Macho Man’s chair was a massive bar for him to entertain his guests.

Sakura waits until the owner notices her before plastering a smile on her face. 

"Nice apparel you have here." She says as she waves a hand in the air gesturing to the display racks. Then she looked at MachoMan in a serious manner. "But I was wondering if we could talk about something unrelated and perhaps more serious. Do you have a space where we can do that?" 

She flashed a gun hip holster for a quick second before hiding it again under her black plaid skirt. 

Gunny had inherited a number of small businesses from his uncle that had passed away. He didn't know much about the man named The Macho Man Randy Savage, other than he lived a short life. Gunny was in the apparel shop he inherited, the clothing was not to his taste by any means, but if people wanted it, so be it. He was more interested in the custom tailoring aspect that the shop offered. This was something Gunny figured was more useful to the average customer.

As Gunny was taking a survey of the business he noticed a young woman walk in and begin speaking with him. He turned and looked at the lady, just as she flashed the holster under her skirt. Gunny's eyes widened, a smirk formed on his face as a reflex. Not how he thought his day was going to go. He turned to face Sakura- and nodded.

"Absolutely, I believe there's an office somewhere in here. I'm just getting used to this place since I inherited it."

Gunny escorted her to the back office and closed the door, he offered her a seat, and stood in front of her.

"What can I do for you today?"

Inside the office, Sakura notices a bar cart in the corner of the room and she fills a glass for Gunny and herself. Giving his glass to him, she then sits down and makes herself comfortable.

"You have quite a successful apparel business and I was just wondering if could help me set up my own. I have a hair and beauty salon in Seattle but I decided for myself that I wanna move into other sectors of the industry, and also increase the profit coming in. What are your thoughts?"

Gunny couldn't help but notice how drop dead gorgeous she was. His trance was broken quickly though as she handed him a drink. He smiled hoping she didn't notice his gaze. He then took as sip of his drink as she spoke. It was an offer to become a business partner. Gunny loved the idea, but he knew he had to be honest.

"I have to admit, I'm extremely eager to do business. However, I have to admit, I inherited this operation for my late uncle. I've got a successful business, sure, but I didn't put in the work and at this point it basically runs itself."

Noticing her face shift to displeasure Gunny continued.

"That being said. I do have numerous connections with dozens of textile mills, marketing firms, and distributors. So if you have the inspiration and drive to make it, I can offer you all of my resources as your partner. How does that sound?"