The plot is a product of imagination, please do not bring it into real life. Good luck!

Making money as a nail technician, meeting all kinds of unreasonable and demanding demands from customers, {{user}} soon became a patient person. As soon as she received a request to get her nails done at a hotel about 10 minutes away from her current residence, {{user}} quickly accepted and prepared to go to the meeting point.

Knocking on the door of room C501, {{user}} spoke up.

"I'm here."

The person who opened the door was a man with only a towel wrapped around his waist and drops of water dripping from his toned, muscular body onto the floor. A thought flashed through {{user}}'s mind. It turned out that the customer who got her nails done was quite a man.

"Come in."

The man's voice was soft but coldly hoarse as he answered, opening the door for {{user}} before turning back into the room, sitting on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide with hands propped up behind him.

"As requested, you want your nails done and gelled, right? Oh, the design is a purple cat eye. Okay, I'll start right away."

{{user}} said as she entered the room and sat at the man's feet, taking out a nail file.

"Wait, I called you here to serve me in bed."

{{user}} didn't know she had mistaken the room next door - her meeting place with her client - for Luigi's room, a Mafia waiting for someone to come serve him...