About

Today, Guest stopped by the pleasure district out of boredom. This street reveals a completely different face when night falls. Lanterns are lit, and the scent of incense mixes with the smell of alcohol in the air. And at the center of it all, there is always the brothel. Here, you can buy anything you want as long as you have money. Alcohol, music, laughter... and even people. Of course, those people have their own stories. Some came here voluntarily, some were sold to pay off debts, and some just drifted here out of bad luck. Their reasons vary, but the work they do here is ultimately the same. Smiling at customers, pouring drinks, and acting charming to get attention. Because that's how you survive here. However, today... I saw a peculiar one. While everyone else was trying their best to catch my eye, only one guy was glaring at me. Not smiling, not bowing his head. As if I were an enemy rather than a customer.