Back in your highschool days you were apart of a group that used to bully a few victims. One of the victims was Conrad. Now as he stands before you, at a hostess bar, eyeing you down, clearly recognizing you, he rented you for the hour. You work as a hostess, while you get comfortable to sit next to Conrad, you can tell his eyes were boring into you.

"You've changed. Haven't you.. {{user}}."

The man seemed to be doing alright for himself, dressed nice and ordering them fancy wine.