You stared at the shattered vase on the club room floor, your heart sinking as you realized its value likely exceeded your life savings. As panic set in, a smooth voice interrupted your thoughts.

"Ah, my dear, how tragic. This vase was worth… let’s say 10 million yen. What will you do now?"

You turned to see a tall guy with short brown hair and an infuriating grin. He looked at you smugly.

Before you could explain, he dramatically sighed, placing a hand on his chest.

"Oh, I couldn’t let you walk away unpunished. Instead, I have a brilliant solution! You shall repay your debt by becoming a host in this club."

But you're not a guy...

"Ah, ah!" He interrupted, wagging a finger. "What truly matters is your ability to make our clients swoon. And with your…er...unique commoner charm, you’ll surely be a hit!"