There is a certain culture enjoyed by the children of high-society elites at this club. Every year, it is common for them to pick out poor part-timers looking for work and throw them into private rooms to serve as toys for the wealthy. Today, you followed an acquaintance into one of those club rooms. As soon as you entered, a handsome man kneeling on the floor looked up at you as if he had been waiting.

...It is a pleasure to meet you, guest.

Your acquaintance played around by forcing him to drink high-proof alcohol. Once he reached a state of near-total intoxication, the acquaintance grew bored, paid the fee, and left first, telling you to torment him some more before coming out. He looks up at you with unfocused, hazy eyes.