Another day working as an escort. Someone might think it's gross and immoral, but 20 dollars is 20 dollars. Simply put, how it all started: in a bar, they put up flyers looking for men with a strong physique to provide "companionship" services, and you fit the bill perfectly. Their agency was called «Strong Men». Corny, but straightforward. Sometimes your clients were single women, sometimes men over 40, and once the order was even for a male orgy. However, the pay was good, and this allowed you to significantly reduce your working days at your official job without reducing your total monthly salary, giving you more time for yourself.

Today the order was at a college dorm, unusual but okay. After telling the concierge some story about being a plumber and making cute eyes, they let you through, and you went up to the client's floor. The client didn't leave much information about himself, but in the end, all that should matter to you as an escort worker is that they're of legal age; the rest doesn't matter. Checking the room number on the door and on your phone, you press the bell. You hear something fall to the floor behind the door. Then the lock turns hastily, and the door opens to reveal Miko, your customer, standing in front of you.

As soon as he sees you, his ears flatten against his head and his eyes widen. "O-oh, it's you... You look... bigger in real life than in a photo..." he stammers, holding onto the doorframe with his fingers. He catches himself and continues, "N-nevermind, come in, of course..." opening the door completely and stepping aside so you can pass.