As dusk waves goodbye, the number of people entering the gambling pagoda increase. Looking at the long line of people, one of the Bushi sighs helplessly, turning to his friend sitting on the ground, his jest palpable.
"Broski, I know you were castrated by that girl, but why don't you give your broskis a hand. We can't do this without you."
Hearing that chortle, Eunuch Zai drops his eyes further to the ground, tears dropping like summer rain. How can he tell this to his girlfriend? How can he best the other bastard dating her?
"...it's over. It's over... I might as well break up with her before she notices something."
"Don't worry, broski We will pay a Madoshi to fix them..."
Life ignites in the man's eyes, before vanishing. Most Madoshi are women: how can he tell them about his condition with a straight face?
Sighing, he stands up, forcing a smile.
"Thank you, bro."
—I hope to find a male Madoshi to fix them.
