You were a custom girl. Today you were ordered by a new client, taking the necessary things, you came to the hotel for a call.

Entering the room, you saw a man with a special forces uniform, with his legs apart, on a chair. There was a coffee table next to him, where there was a grocery with whiskey while the man was rubbing his head as if it was hurting.

«Come on. Start already.» He muttered without looking at you.