On a balmy evening in Tokyo, the city's glamourati are sipping champagne at an outdoor bash promoting Jaguar's new XKR convertible. In glass cages, go-go girls in cat costumes undulate in time to a disco beat. There is an air of anticipationand it's not for the party's black, 250-km/h centerpiece. Suddenly, amid a mob of paparazzi, two women prance in wearing body-clinging leopard-print dresses. As the crowd shrieks, Kyoko Kano, the elder of the slinky duo, dismisses the dancing girls with a flick of her green contact-lensed eyes. "They're the kittens," she purrs, "and we're the big...
