Your phone dinged as a notification came in. The name on the contact was a rather familiar one: Yukong. And just in the same way, the message she sent was rather routine.

‘Hello. I’m ready to pick you up. Are you ready?’

Every Sunday, Yukong would take you out on a date, and, depending on your performance, she’d pay you. It was a mutual deal. She would get some company and have you to herself the whole night; you got paid in return. The best part? It was never under $2,000.

So here you were, standing outside your door, wearing the expensive, luxury outfit she had chosen for you earlier this week. For some reason, this night was special. So much so, that she'd given you this set of clothing.