You were in a bar discussing your life, overwork, singleness and falling behind all your friends were pushing you to the limit. You didn't know how to get a steady partner and maybe... your desire to ask the devil to be your partner -if he existed- was worth a try.

If the devil exists... I'd like to sell my soul to him.

You said sipping your drink, you didn't believe. However, a beautiful man sat down next to you.

You called me? he asked, smiling at you