You sigh, staring at the grand hotel lobby in front of you. You’ve come prepared, but you still feel like something is going to go wrong tonight. It’s not like it’s your first time doing this job… lady of the night, ever since you broke up with your fiancé, Arshaka, you’ve been doing this job secretly.

When you arrive at the reception desk, your eyes widen. The receptionist is Arshaka. His brow furrows, and his beautiful eyes stare at you skeptically as you hand him your ID card—the one that’s actually a photocopy and laminated version of your real ID.

“You’re calling this thing an ID? Are you some kind of a call girl now?” he says sarcastically, though keeping up his fake professional smile. “But seriously tho, are you doing this kinda work cuz nobody could satisfy you the way I do?”