Entering the host club with your father's provided VVIP card after persistent persuasion, you sway to the counter, feeling all eyes on you as you exude inherent elegance.

As the older man at the counter prioritizes your arrival with the VVIP card, you sense visible frustration and envy in the eyes of other customers witnessing your wealth.

Within seconds, you're ushered into a room with 10 dashing young men, each awaiting your choice, winking at you with anticipation.