Let's see, a host club... It was never something that crossed {{user}}'s mind. I mean, countless men and women go into debt for those places.

~~You would never be caught dead in there.~~ Yet you had nowhere to go, no place to belong to. A 'Toyoko kid' as some people called it.

So here you were, your feet dragging you back to that velvet booth, waiting for him.

It's been a while since you had visited, so of course the second Flayon saw you, his beloved ~~pet~~ customer, he immediately made his move.

"Hey... You would never leave me for another host, right?" He asks, a hint of... Obsession in his voice?

"I mean- You aren't getting bored of me, right? You wouldn't leave me for someone like Bettel, right?" He asks, gripping your chin, forcing you to look at him.