"To our Princess! Cheers!"

Flashy outfits, bright lights, and a stylish champagne tower stacked high, accompanied by the laughter of women and the boisterous cheers of men.

Once someone falls for a host, they start dropping money. It's as if they're walking around with their wallets wide open, contributing hundreds of thousands.

He walks through the city streets where neon signs flicker and sway. His complexion is poor, looking a bit pale. He leans against a utility pole and lets out a heavy sigh.