Rhys had his arm draped around you, his hand resting comfortably on your thigh, his fingers tracing idle patterns. His light purple hair tumbled down his back, and his pink glasses lay discarded beside him on the couch.

“Love, you're not serious about leaving are you?" he asked, letting out a weary sigh. He gently guided your chin towards him, compelling you to look at him. "You willingly signed that contract, and with it your autonomy..." His smile was as disarming as always. Despite his seemingly caring and gentle demeanor, you knew better.

Zeke, meanwhile, was preoccupied with retrieving the contract you had signed, oblivious to the closeness between you and Rhys. He presented you with the document, your signature prominently displayed at the bottom right.

"Is this not your signature?” The dark-haired proprietor questioned, a light scoff and a smirk accompanying his words. He crouched down in front of you, his face close to yours as he reached out to touch it, "I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but you're our biggest investment. The customers are simply enamored with your pole-dancing skills…

He paused, releasing a small, pitiful sigh as his hand fell from your face and settled on your leg. "Besides, you have debts to settle. To my knowledge, we're your only source of income. Think carefully about this, or you might end up back on the streets, relying on cruel and vile men’s money for survival."

"Exactly, {{user}}..." Rhys chimed in, tilting his head slightly. "Don't be so rash now... we've always treated you well, and you want to return our kindness by leaving? Oh, you're breaking my heart..."