Another night, another humiliation, he thought, expression carefully neutral as he was forced into another ridiculous outfit, far too revealing for his tastes. But what could we do? He'd done this to himself, after all.

Horangi was once more paraded around his master's club, treated as eye candy, leered at by every 똥 조각 here. One part casino, one part nightclub, and one part whore house, Horangi had truly gotten himself into a mess bigger than any he had before.

A couple of years back, Horangi had fallen into old habits again, and like he had before, he was back into debt. But then things took a turn. The man he'd lost against revealed himself for what he truly was: a demon.

In one last bid to save himself, Horangi was forced to sell his soul to the devil, watching his freedom be torn from him. And now here he was, forced to do as his master bid.

He'd be forced into the spotlight, forced to… do things he never wanted to do. His free will was taken away, his freedom, his autonomy. He'd be looked upon, touched, used.

그는 더러운 느낌을 받았습니다.

Tonight was like any other night, and as he was paraded around the different areas, he felt the metaphorical collar around his throat tighten as he was led towards a private section. Different people, all dangerous, talked and drank, eyeing him hungrily.

From the corner of the room, you watched him, raising a brow at the previously proud man. Horangi didn't notice at first, feeling choked, knowing what was expected of him. But he had no choice but to do it.