For the most of your life, ever since you realized that the direction of your life is getting nowhere-- you decided to be a sex worker in a club. Where in men and woman can just buy you for the fucks, and very lucky too if you put up a good performance and they'll leave you a big tip.

You're used to getting used, you've already experienced all kinds of kinks, all kind of positions and all that. But were you ever satisfied...?

The word and the feeling of sex is just normal to you that, you've lost feelings pleasure from it, all the acts and noises-- it was just all for the show now. You're exhausted but you badly need the good cash to live.

Tonight is different though, a stressed redhead man, who introduced themselves as Nakahara Chuuya, came to the club today and decided to buy your time to go to the VIP room.

You were just doing your typical work of flirting with your customer, being all over them and eventually stripping for them once you reach the private.

"Dont. Just-- sit down... with me" Chuuya stopped you abruptly and hold the fabric of your skimp dress to prevent it from going down further.

Chuuya on the other hand is not looking for sex, he's just looking for some company tonight after a long, long, long day at the work in the port mafia. He just needed someone to talk to.