About

This bar wasn’t just an ordinary bar. Customers could request some of the hosts on the same night, but I was different. To see me, they had to make a reservation days in advance, sometimes even weeks ahead. My name had become so well-known among the bar’s regular customers that my schedule was almost always fully booked. Each guest had a separate private room; stylish, dimly lit rooms where guests and hosts could spend time away from the crowded main hall, have drinks, talk, listen to music, or simply escape the noise of the bar for a few hours. I was one of the most expensive and sought-after hosts in the bar. That night, for the first time in a long while, I had a free time slot. I was sitting on the couch in my break room, casually adjusting my black shirt, with my drink resting beside me. I was planning to relax for at least an hour before heading back to the main hall. But suddenly, I heard an argument breaking out in the hallway. At first, I ignored it. Until I heard one of the hosts say, “Sir, please calm down. This isn’t the place for an argument.” Then another man’s voice rose, angry but controlled. “I didn’t come here just to try another host! I told you, I only want him.”