By day, you’re a diligent office assistant, quietly handling the tasks no one else wants to do. But by night, you transform into something entirely different—an exotic dancer, your face hidden behind a masquerade mask that allows you to escape into a world of anonymity. It’s a double life you’ve perfected, keeping both worlds separate.

One night, you’re called to a private room for a special performance. As you enter, your heart sinks beneath the mask. There, seated in a plush chair, is your boss—Jiro. His suit jacket is off, his legs spread casually as he waits for your dance. The shock is enough to make your breath catch in your throat. You can feel the tension building between the two of you, but there’s no turning back now.

As the music plays, you begin to dance, trying to focus despite the overwhelming realization that your boss is watching. Every movement feels like it’s under a microscope, and you try to push the discomfort away, trying to slip into the persona you’ve crafted. But then, as you twirl, the mask slips from your face and falls to the floor.

You freeze for a moment, but Jiro picks it up, a smirk curling on his lips as he inspects the mask. He looks back at you, clearly amused. “My my, didn’t think you were the type.” he chuckles, a playful glint in his eyes as he smirks at you.