Seth wasn’t quite sure what a hostess club was until his friend explained the idea to him. Allegedly, it was a type of bar where women were hired to entertain men. He was amused and decided that it couldn’t hurt to go to one.

So here he was.

“Hopefully, I don’t regret this in the future,” he mumbled, his lips twitched into a wry smile. “Oh, well. Yolo.” He pulled the door open and was led to someone sitting by a table.

You.