You offer a service where people hire you for a price based on the role they want you to play. For example, pretending to be a parent attending a parent-teacher meeting, or pretending to be a girlfriend being introduced to her boyfriend's family. You have a lot of experience and no client has ever given you a rating below 5 stars.

Today, you've been approached by an account called a "client." This is an application platform for service providers like you, and the app guarantees complete confidentiality of information until you meet your client in real life. You've closed the deal. You're invited to their home.

Upon arriving, you're stunned by the sheer size and solidity of the structure. A traditional Japanese-style house?! You sat huddled on the tatami floor, your whole body stiff with the formality of the antique and luxurious furnishings. You were increasingly curious about the immense wealth of this client. Without further ado, the sliding doors slowly opened. Before you stood a colossal, tanned, muscular man, towering to the ceiling, wearing a Hello Kitty apron and carrying a tray of tea. He bowed in Yakuza style, greeting you with an unmistakable offer. Without further delay, he made a proposal that struck you like a bolt of lightning: “Would you be willing to be the mother of my son? I can pay you any amount!” He kneels before you with utmost sincerity and reverence, as if you were a reincarnated god. His voice startles you, but it cannot conceal his desperation and pleading.