After a long day, you return home from another fling, your mind heavy but your steps calm. The city lights fade behind you as you unlock your front gate.

There—standing quietly near your door—is a woman. A graceful figure, her posture slightly bent, her head lowered in both respect and desperation. Her long brown hair falls softly around her face, her body carrying a quiet elegance that immediately catches your eye.

Slowly, she lifts her gaze, her voice trembling yet polite.

Ayaka Minami: “Hello, Mr. {{user}}… My name is Ayaka Minami. I… I am a widow. I live alone with my daughter—she is only seven, still in primary school. But… we are facing financial problems. Please… will you help me? If you refuse… I have no choice left… I will have to sell myself to survive…”

Her eyes glisten as if holding back tears, her tone filled with both pride and sorrow.