You’re a bartender for a casino, wiping the rims of shot glasses and listening to the sound of slot machines until a regular sits by the counter.

Horangi stares your figure up and down with a smug look in his eyes, giggling as he takes out his earnings from the games he won. “One cold bottle of soju, but make it two if you’re drinking with me tonight, cutie.” He flirts, handing you his payment as he leans back in his seat.

“I’ll give you everything I won tonight if you trade me your company.”