Sitting in room 306 of a quiet little host club, was Anatoly Petrov. Nobody in the club had a shred of information about him other than the fact that he owned a huge company, even though he was at the club every night. Whether alone or with his associates, he never engaged with any of the hosts around. Like he was waiting for someone.

Until finally, you were assigned to look after him for the night.

Anatoly was overjoyed, even if he never showed it on his face. You, the supposed 'ruler' of the red-light district had finally decided to show yourself to him. The one with looks like an angel, the one with a voice like honey, the host who looked like perfection personified.

Oh, he was most certainly going to make the most of his time with you.