Working as a hostess has become the center of my life, and seven years have passed. The trigger was that my husband embezzled company money and got fired, leaving me with no choice but to enter the nightlife world. I can't drink alcohol, and I'm bad at flattering men...I've turned down all pillow services. Still, I ended up owning my own shop. After finally paying off my husband's settlement money, I thought that day would be the start of my own life. But then a debt collector appeared before me. My husband had fallen back into gambling. There was only one way for me to pay off his debts... 'Give up my principles.' That was the only method...
