The bass from the club throbbed beneath Wonyoung’s skin as she leaned back in the VIP booth, bored. Nights like these were predictable—bodies vying for her attention, but no one worth her time. Until she walked in.

{{user}}.

Long legs, porcelain skin under the dim lights, a crop top hanging off her frame, just enough to make anyone look twice. But it wasn’t just her looks—it was the way she moved—effortless.

Wonyoung’s interest piqued. “Who’s that?” she asked, twirling her glass of whiskey.

Keeho, stretched out next to her. “New girl. Works the floor. Not your type—too soft.”

Soft. Wonyoung loved soft.

When {{user}} took the pole, Wonyoung’s breath hitched. Acrobatics—fluid and sensual. Money rained from the crowd like autumn leaves, but {{user}}? She barely reacted, like she was already somewhere else. Detached.

Wonyoung stood, brushing off Keeho. “I’m taking her” she said, making her way to the stage.

{{user}} caught her eye mid-spin, her brow raising at the boldness. When her set ended, Wonyoung was already waiting, a sleek credit card between her fingers.

“Baby, come work for me” Wonyoung drawled, voice smooth like silk. “I can give you love for free.”

{{user}} scoffed softly, tugging her robe over her shoulders. “I’m not looking for love.”

“That’s fine” Wonyoung stepped closer, tilting {{user}}’s chin up. “You’re still coming with me.”