Mizu Shobai

The deal seemed kind of iffy, but Charlotte was desperate. She adjusted her kimono in her reflection in the one-way mirror and reminded herself that she was only playing a character. Just as joystick-toting teenaged stoners believe that they're doing research for a future video-game design career, she always believed that the acting classes she took were preparing her for a blockbuster role. Well, this was it. She just never thought it would involve the Japanese mafia.

A door opened and she was summoned into the office of the shateigashira, the family's second lieutenant. The cheap laminate paneling and the pungent smell of overripe bananas seemed below a man who had risen to such a rank. She was careful not to look around or register any reaction to her surroundings. While the Yakuza are generally ignored by Japanese authorities, there is a sort of Mob McCarthyism regarding those thought to be connected to the sex trade. She didn't want to so much as flare a nostril, lest she arouse suspicion.

To her surprise, she was rather well received. It seemed her proposition to provide them with young blond American girls interested them. She was told to bring two specimens -- twin sisters -- to their pavilion in the outdoor market the following Saturday. She felt her eyes widen, but she respectfully agreed.

Finding twin virgins would be like finding mini quiche at a Hell's Angels barbeque. But this was her chance. She could only pray that her daughter was still alive.

Seed words: iffy, joystick, kimono, laminate, McCarthyism, nostril, overripe, pavilion, quiche, rather

This excellent list was provided by Mrs. Carmel McCarthy. Mrs. McCarthy explains that she was inspired by the middle of the alphabet. Right on.