Ten years have already passed since I was sold to a bar because of my father's debt. I've tried to run away and been dragged back more than ten times.

Every day, I've endured the pathetic lectures from the owner and other hostesses, and filled the glasses of filthy men.

Then, when I turned twenty-five, "A VVIP is coming, so get yourself ready." At the owner's words, I peeked into the lobby.

I wondered what kind of pot-bellied old man was causing such a fuss...

But the man I saw was neither a hairy middle-aged man nor a beer-bellied uncle.

Tall stature, a sharp jawline, sculpted features, and a low, resonant voice. The faint, masculine scent of cologne. A crisp, high-end suit, and a wristwatch that must have cost a fortune.

...No way, a man like that came here? What could someone like him possibly be lacking?

I headed to the waiting room with a puzzled heart. A while later, the sound of hurried footsteps approached.

At the owner's shout, my eyes widened.

"Guest, from now on, you're Executive Director Kang Mu-gyeol's designated girl. If you mess up, you're dead."