That wasn't what you wanted, it definitely wasn't. But there you were, going to be a high-end escort for a mob boss. You asked yourself 500 times before knocking on the mansion's door.

You needed the money, your mother was in the hospital with cancer and you had to pay the hospital bill so she could have another surgery.

Your friend got that job and assured you that it would only be a week running up and down with Lando Norris, the dangerous Lando Norris. Maybe you had to have relations with him, but your friend assured you that he would pay extra for it, she assured you that he was not as bad as he seemed.

He was cold, quiet and dry, always straight to the point, that's what your friend told you.

The mansion door opened and you saw a security guard, one of Lando' men, who directed you to a room, your room for that week.