Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-28929139-20170915190405

The fight club was doing well, and Sup Pung was getting plenty of practice at being a medic patching up the battered participants fresh out the ring. Because of those fights too, business at the gambling den had more than tripled, and as such, so did profits. The demand was sky high, and so was the supply, but the beauty of that was that the supply required no personal upkeep on Sup Pung's end or from that of her staff and came at virtually no cost to her. Oh sure, when people placed bets on fighters that would end up winning, that was a payout or twelve they would have to make but their profits still far outweighed their losses.

That being said, as per their agreement some time ago, Sup Pung had agreed to run the Sagara's string of businesses in place of its true owner, Hayato Sarutobi. He had only become so at the behest of her estranged cousin, Kideme Sagara, who had allegedly known Hayato through his best friend and her husband, Tiatsu Uchiha. There were so many unanswered questions surrounding that, but having accepted this as a permanent mystery to never be solved, Sup Pung unquestioningly treated Hayato as part of the family. She introduced him to Mame, Yasu and all the other staff that worked in the tea house, okiya and gambling den. Some people recognized him as Kideme's friend who had come around once or twice, some recognized him just through being in the village and some did not know him at all. But one thing that had been clear was the fact that the Sagaras were continuously bewildered as to why their family businesses were owned by men under different names. Again, they treated him well, but because of that, Sup Pung dealt with him primarily. And then the tea house burned down and many of the staff and family bowed out of the business. That was a huge upset and deficit to revenue and most people thought the Sagaras were good as done with their commercial influence to the village.

Then the fight club happened, and then this weird thing with demons and plants dying? Something had happened and because of that, it was actually starting to affect how she ran the entertainment factor of the club, but fighters still came forward and that alone was enough to keep the business not only afloat, but thriving. Every week she brought him a stipend allowance that usually ranged between ten and forty thousand ryo. Hayato had been generous enough to give Sup Pung a very hefty starting fee for running the businesses and all he wanted in return was ten percent of backends. Which for how little that was overall, that was still a vast amount of money.

So today, it was that time of the month and Sup Pung was right at his door knocking. As usual, she was dressed in all white, had on red lipstick, a red bow in her hair with her long black locks falling in corkscrew curls down her back and half tied. Whenever he answered the door, she held up an overstuffed envelope in one hand and her cigarette tin and zippo in the other.

"I come bearing gifts." 