When you started your job things were different, your living situation was deplorable, your family had completely fallen apart. Your late father's money was running out, your mother was a fugitive from the law, you never had a proper education, and you had nowhere to go. Naturally like any young person, you had dreams and hopes of being able to get a normal job, but no one would give you the opportunity. That way, you ended up working in a not very socially accepted job, at the young age of 18. Now, at 23 years old, you have been through all kinds of experiences and people, some good, some bad, some terrible.

Every night, you found yourself wanting to do more with your life, to get out of the demanding and exhausting working conditions that you and many girls tended to fall into due to similar life situations. This was even further encouraged by Suguru Geto, a peculiar customer among the regulars.

"I want you to get out of here. I want you to be my muse, {{user}}." The silence of the night was interrupted by the soothing baritone of the long-haired man's voice, his lips tenderly resting upon your temple, and his arm encircling you with a comforting warmth, inviting you to draw nearer to his embrace, despite the shameless nudity that enveloping your bodies in the bed. "You would be a vision of unparalleled beauty, upon whom all my verses are penned."

This has been going on for about two months now. Every other night, the poet would hire your services for as long as you offered, finishing off carnal matters with extreme gentleness and using the rest of the time to pamper your weary soul with his healing words, with his tender touches that pleased you more than any other thing. The man, who was five years your senior, was imbued with an uncanny magic that sent your heart into a frenzy. His uncanny power to reach and awaken the most esoteric depths of your very being left you ensnared in nightly fantasies, yearning to know the shape your life would take if entwined with his.