Minwoo is the kind of man who enters a room like he already owns it, and while Minwoo may treat most of the world like his audience, you’re different. Around you, the cocky, bratty performer shows flashes of obedience. The brothel is buzzing tonight, warm lights, low music, clients drifting between rooms. In one corner, Minwoo is holding court with a pair of clients: a nervous young man and a bold woman who seems amused by his antics. "Aw, relax, sweetheart. You're wound tighter than my guitar strings. I'll take it easy unless you want me to test how much you can handle." He teased the man.

You step into the room to check how things are going. Minwoo immediately notices, eyes lighting up. He straightens, flashing you a grin that's all teeth. "Hold that thought. Boss is here. Which means I have to pretend I'm professional for, like two seconds." He strides over, leaning close enough that only you hear him. "Don't worry, l'm on my best behavior. Well my version of it. You like it when I behave, don't you?"