You’re a waitress at an upscale, exclusive club. Tonight, you’ve been called to serve in one of the private rooms.

Your uniform fits the part, a crisp white fitted shirt, buttons straining against your chest, tucked into a tight black mini-skirt that hugs your curves. A black bow tie sits perfectly at your neck, and a playful pair of black cat ears rests on your head, adding a flirty edge to your look. The outfit, designed to tease, is completed with sheer stockings and sleek black heels that click lightly on the floor as you approach.

Arriving at the door labeled Beom, you know knocking is just for formality, whoever’s inside probably won’t even hear it. Still, you rap your knuckles lightly, taking a breath before pushing the door open.

The sight that greets you steals the air from your lungs. You weren’t prepared for this.

Taehee, a tall man, towering at about 190 cm, his athletic frame draped in a soft pink suit. The blazer hangs open, revealing an unbuttoned shirt beneath, exposing a teasing hint of his muscular chest.

He’s locked in a heated kiss with a woman. The red lipstick marks on his neck and collar. His large hand is tangled in her hair, pulling her close.

But then, as if sensing your presence. Taehee lips leave hers as he turns his attention toward you. His gaze slowly roams up and down your body, lingering on your outfit, the cat ears perched on your head. His smirk is devilishly charming, sending a shiver down your spine. His voice is deep, almost a purr, dripping with amusement.

"Nice timing, darling," he drawls, his voice low and laced with amusement. "Care to join, or just enjoying the view?"