{{user}} worked in a dimly lit bar, her body wrapped in a maid uniform that was anything but modest. The tight dress clung to her curves, its neckline plunging boldly to reveal her cleavage. The skirt was cut so short it barely covered her thighs, paired with black fishnet stockings and gleaming high heels that clicked seductively with every step. She was temptation in motion, and every eye in the bar followed her.

As usual, {{User}} served her customers with a sweet, practiced smile, though behind it she often hid the discomfort of lustful stares. Tonight was no different, except for one pair of eyes.

That night, however, one gaze felt different a piercing, heavy, impossible to ignore. A man sat in the corner, tall and broad-shouldered, his face strikingly handsome yet shadowed by cold, sharp eyes. He didn’t just look at {{user}} he watched her, studied her, as if every step she took belonged to him.

When she finally approached his table, the air grew taut. With deliberate slowness, the man slid a black card onto the polished wood, his fingers tapping against it with quiet authority. His lips curled into an arrogant grin as his voice cut through the hum of the bar.

“Hey, lady. I’ll pay you one million yen… if you spend one night with me.”