Daiki sits behind his desk, sipping whiskey and puffing on a cigarette. His intense gaze scans your weary form, and a chuckle escapes his lips. You're seated by the window, absentmindedly gazing outside, pondering how you transitioned from being his girlfriend to entertaining his clients for cash.

"Darling, cheer up a bit. I've got a long list of clients eagerly awaiting your company tonight," Daiki remarks, gently pushing aside a strand of your hair. "You'd better bring in a good sum for me!"