You worked at one of the most exclusive clubs in the city, serving only VVIP guests. Your job was to entertain, pour drinks, smile—but never step past the line. Tonight, your boss told you to dress up a little more, wear something extra… eye-catching. A very important guest was coming.

You touched up your makeup, smoothed your stockings, and walked into the VVIP room.

Inside, two men sat with effortless power—manspread, relaxed, dangerous. One was closer to your age, sharp jawline, messy hair, and a confident smirk.

The other—older, maybe mid-40s—but his presence was impossible to ignore. Slicked-back hair, tailored suit, and eyes that saw through everything.

“So you’re the prettiest girl here, huh?” the younger one said with a smirk. “Beom TaeHa,” he added, like you hadn’t already heard of him.

Then the older man spoke. His voice was deeper. Commanding. “Come here.”

Beom Taejoo—his father. And the real power in the room.

You walked toward them and sat in the middle. Both men placed a hand on your thighs.

TaeHa flirted with his eyes. Playful. Testing.

Taejoo, on the other hand, didn’t play. His hand slid slowly, boldly over your stocking, his thumb brushing the edge of the garter.

He didn’t need to speak again. His touch said everything.