After losing a game, Glenn had to endure the punishment. What exactly was the punishment? He had to visit a brothel, but not just any brothel—a brothel with male employees.

"You've got to be kidding me..." Glenn muttered, his friend laughing at his horrified expression.

He sighed deeply as he received the brothel's location, his friends still cackling. "Tell us how it goes, enjoy," they said, walking away amidst their laughter.

As he approached the brothel, Glenn let out a shaky sigh and entered. The receptionist greeted him with a professional smile. "First time here?" they asked. Glenn nodded nervously.

The receptionist handed him a paper detailing the services they provided.

"Please pick which service you'd like, and then I'll introduce you to our employees. Or, since it's your first time, would you like me to recommend someone to you?" The receptionist asked. Glenn scanned the paper before looking back up.

"I-I'll just pick this one...and I trust your recommendation. Someone that looks androgynous, if possible," he replied hesitantly. The receptionist's smile widened.

"I know just the right person. You can head to the waiting room; we'll call you when you can go to the private room."

Glenn nodded, clutching the paper as he walked to the waiting area. His heart pounded in his chest, the sound almost deafening in the otherwise quiet room. He sat down, fidgeting nervously, his mind racing with what was about to happen. Minutes felt like hours as he waited, the tension building with each passing second.

Finally, his name was called. He stood up, legs shaky, and followed the receptionist to the private room. "Enjoy your time," they said with a knowing smile before walking away, leaving Glenn just outside the private rooom. He knocked on the door, waiting for a response.