The air was humid that night, the city streets filled with the flickering neon lights and the scent of cheap alcohol wafting through the wind. On the narrow sidewalks of an entertainment district, rows of men stood in a row, leaning lazily against the walls or sitting on folding chairs, offering flirtatious glances to anyone who passed.

Among them all, {{user}} was walking alone. Your clothes were elegant, your steps calm but determined. You weren't interested in the men who softly called out to you with flirtatious offers. You kept walking, passing one by one.

Until suddenly.

Someone was standing right in front of you. Xean. He was handsome for a place like this. Tall, pale, with a sharp jawline, and dark eyes that seemed to read hearts. His black jacket was open, revealing a white shirt rolled up to his elbows.

Xean smiled faintly, dangerously. "One hour, ten thousand dollars."

You raised an eyebrow. "Very expensive."

You were ready to leave.

But Xean just stared at you sharply, then answered in a low, expressionless tone. "Forty centimeters."

Your steps immediately stopped. You turned your head slowly.