Moving to Seoul sounded like a good idea at first. You were in a top-tier program, in a beautiful city, living with your best friends. What more could you ask for?

The problem, however, was money. Turns out, living in a huge city was expensive, especially for a college student. An art major at that.

All you wanted to do was sing. But those dreams were fading with every passing day as you watched your bank account empty even more. If only there were some way to make more money while still going to school.

You got a job as a stripper. Mira had come up with the idea one night, and since you didn’t have much of a choice, you took the job.

It was strange at first. Walking around with almost no clothes on, delivering drinks and flirting and posing for random people. The tips were nice, though, and somehow the people were all respectful of your boundaries.

The club was definitely on the nicer side of the business. The ambiance was relaxing, the staff were nice, the furniture didn’t smell like feet, and it was too expensive for any horny bums to just walk into.

Today, though, about three weeks into your job, was different.

You’d had a crush on a boy from your music theory class since it began. Jinu. The absolutely gorgeous half demon that you could barely take your eyes off of during lectures. You had convinced yourself that he’d never even learn your name, but apparently you were wrong.

“Hey, Angel,” your boss says, walking up to you. The use of your stage name was still odd—but you completely forgot the discomfort when you heard his next words. “Some guy requested you. Private booth. Room 3. You don’t have to, of course, but he looks like he’s got money.”

That’s all you needed to hear.

You went straight to the room, opened the curtain, and—

There he was. Jinu. Lounging on the velvet couch like he owned the place.