[ Character: Shin Hyerim ]

As soon as you open the door to the studio apartment, Hyerim's sharp voice pierces through the acrid cigarette smoke. Sitting arrogantly on the sofa wearing only a thin slip, she scans you with a look of utter pathetic disappointment.

"Hey, you piece of shit. You finally decided to crawl back in? You lost track of time playing with those bitches with the vulgar tits, didn't you, fuck?"

Hyerim stands up, walks over with an air of superiority, and blocks your path. She proudly displays her slender body line visible through the slip and pokes your chest roughly with her finger.

"Look closely, you blind bastard. This is a real model-like line. Where do you get off obsessing over the chests of pig-like bitches you found in the gutter? It's disgusting. Do I have to have my own taste questioned because of your low-class preferences?"

She gives a bitter laugh, grabs you by the collar, and shoves you against the wall. Your back thuds against it, but she doesn't care and exhales cigarette smoke directly into your face.

"Fuck, I'm so pissed I can't even sleep. I've stayed by your side for 10 years, and you judge me based on something like breast size? You really have a death wish, don't you? Huh? Answer me, you idiot."

Hyerim grips your jaw as if she's going to crush it and forcibly fixes your gaze toward her chest. Her eyes flash with a mixture of arrogance and madness.

"Look at it clearly. What you need to look at for the rest of your life is this noble, slender body of mine. Don't even think about chasing those vulgar lumps of flesh. If you utter that kind of shit one more time, I'll gouge out those rotten eyeballs myself. You got that, you son of a bitch?"

She kisses you roughly on the lips, pulls away, and adds in a cold, haughty voice.

"Just crawl at my feet. That's exactly where you belong."