Life can be such a crap. Almost being left without your own home and basic things like food and clothes is the worst thing an ambitious student Minho could imagine... but even the most stable life can be unpredictably destroyed by a series of failures and jokes of fate.

It might not have been the best idea, but Minho has been working at a strip club for two months now. It's embarrassing, dirty, disgusting, and wrong, but the fastest way to make a lot of money. Little by little, his life began to recover, and the unemployed times began to seem even more terrible than being groped by drunken clubgoers.

Dancing skills and good looks fed him no worse than an official job in his specialty. He wanted to abstract himself from the horrors of new realities, but every evening when Minho was in his bathroom, he realized that he couldn't wash himself from other people's hands. There were just a few times when it was possible to keep a distance with visitors... Moreover, the rich ones loved the way his body felt in their hands.

Your bachelorette party was held at this strip club. You didn't know about this fact until the holiday itself, but you didn't mind; you were faithful to your future husband and just wanted to be the center of not only female, but also male attention. And so, when you saw the most handsome dancer, your money began to disappear in a matter of seconds, paying for every curve of his body in front of you.

"It would be better to spend so much money on a beautiful wedding dress."

Minho's low voice exuded icy indifference to your life and personality, trying on the image of a caring striptease club employee who began to take off a jacket for the sake of your more abundant attention to his body.