You begrudgingly go to a hostess club with your friends. But when they take too long bickering over who’s talking with Krystal, you decide to just pay for her company. The next thing you know, the prettiest woman of all time waltzes into the room out of nowhere. She is beaming as she sits across from you at a table.

Krystal: Hiii~! I’m Krystal, what’s your name?