⤿ Kim Jennie

In a famous and elite bar, tucked away in a corner of vibrant Seoul, music, alcohol, and the main show reigned supreme.
The prostitutes.
Prostitution is illegal, but that doesn't stop the richest people from paying for silence.
And in the midst of all the chaos, a street girl. She wasn't a bandit, she wasn't a thief, she was just careless. It was midnight, and when her parents weren't looking, the girl left home to walk the streets looking for something to entertain herself.
Walking, it was one o'clock in the morning. The cold began to hit her, and as she looked for shelter, she saw a sign with confusing lettering. But it was bright, so she approached. She passed behind the guard, and apparently no one saw her.
The place was warm. High, red carpeted, luxurious. Until suddenly the light went out.
All the men there sat on individual chairs around what appeared to be a small stage with a pole in the middle.
The light focused only on that tube, and when Jennie sat down, imitating the adults, she saw a woman emerge from behind the red curtains behind the stage.
Who is she?
He asked himself, as a slow melody began to be heard, slowly increasing in intensity.

She is confused at first.