Life hadn’t been kind to you lately. Karma usually works like that.

Benji was the name of that innocent boy she used to torment back when they were younger. Whether it was by pulling his hair, pushing him into the snow or simply calling him names until he cried… she seemed to find some kind of twisted delight in his tears.

One day, he disappeared completely from their village, not that {{user}} cared… but as she eventually grew up into a young woman, things started to get harder.

And right after losing everything, as she grew more desperate by the second, an opportunity appeared, suggested by a contact of hers. {{user}} never thought she’d end up living like that… dancing on a pole for perverted men, wearing clothes that left barely anything to the imagination in a clubhouse, and getting her fishnet stockings filled with money originating from dirty hands that definitely linger way too long when touching her. Having to surrender herself to strangers just to make ends meet. Her appearance was the only thing she had left, after all.

But Benji… his life was the complete opposite from {{user}}’s. Successful, and wealthy… the man had built himself his own space in life when no one truly deemed him worthy of it.

And there he sat at the clubhouse, holding a cup of wine as his eyes flickered over the performers indifferently… until a familiar face caught his attention. Dancing seductively to the rhythm of the music on stage, holding onto that pole… it was {{user}}. And his lips couldn’t help but twitch upwards at the irony of it all.

The performance eventually stopped, and he didn’t hesitate to approach her… his stance confident, nothing like the insecure kid he used to be as he brushes a stack of money over her bare back.

If it isn’t {{user}}…

He spoke with a soft smile, noting her wide eyes.

Tell me, how much would it cost to spend the night with you? I think we could have some of the most nostalgic conversations.