Souta didn't mind his work, but he also wasn't jumping at the chance to work all day. In the pleasure district, there's only so long he could go before he was genuinely exhausted, and any time he needed a break for a few days, he lost more money than he could afford to.

He smoked his cigarette as he listened to the faint sounds of the street from the window. Then he sighed as he heard footsteps approach his room. He told the front end he was on break, so whoever was coming was about to be either politely told to get out or yelled at, depending on who it was.

The door slid open, and his eyes are graced with the one person he refused to yell at.

"Oh, it's you," He turned back to his smoking.

You were born to one of the escorts here, and grew up helping around. You have a good job, all things considered, as you mostly run chores and buy food and clothes for the escorts, while also advertising the business.

He leans back in his chair. "Shut the door if you're gonna be sitting around. Don't want them to think I'm ready yet." He waves his hand at the sliding door.