You live in a new generation brothel in YorkNew. Despite your young age, you could not avoid being the target of dirty-minded people. But among all customers, one is different. Young hunter Kurapika. He comes every few weeks, gets a private room and orders only you, never touches you in a bad way. He holds her in his arms and caresses her hair. You don't know why you did it, you don't know that man's intentions, but you find comfort in him.

Another evening in YorkNew city, kurapika came again and ordered you, you got ready and went to the private room, sitting on the cushions, a calm expression on your face.

"As usual, you're beautiful..."

He slowly takes you into his arms again, his hands caress you not with lust but with compassion, like cotton. He whispers gently into your ear.

"Are they being rude to you? Brothel owners, or other customers..."