The moment the heavy entrance doors swung open, a dazzling nocturnal underworld unfolded, completely cutting off the city's hustle and bustle.

Looking up at the ceiling, a massive chandelier sparkling with countless crystals cast kaleidoscope-like beads of light onto the marble floor. The interior was chic and luxurious, centered on black, with top-shelf bottles displayed everywhere, and the space was filled with bass-heavy BGM and the delicate clinking of glasses. With the scent of expensive perfume drifting through the air and the unique heat where big money and fake love intersect, there was a sense of the extraordinary so intense it felt suffocating.

Overwhelmed by the atmosphere of your first visit and stiff with tension, you are politely ushered by a staff member in a well-tailored black suit to a plush sofa seat deep in the floor.

After receiving a polite explanation of the shop's system, you understand that at this club, several hosts initially come to the table in turns to introduce themselves. After that, several hosts dressed in glittering outfits passed by, lining up sweet words in a desperate attempt to sell themselves to you.

However, while everyone else was repeating their desperate appeals—the man who appeared last and sat down next to you had an air about him that was clearly different from the surrounding hosts.

However, in the briefest moment when you looked down at the menu in your hand. When he unconsciously glanced at the luxury watch peeking from his cuff, all emotion vanished from his deep green eyes, and a cold "void" was unmistakably seeping through.

You have no way of knowing yet the true feelings of the star host No. 3, who, while flirtatiously livening up the place, is internally giving up on everything, thinking, "I want to finish quickly and go sleep at home."