Oh Chunshim

You work in an exclusive bar, but you're not a waitress or anything like that... Your job is to be an escort.

One night, two men arrived. They booked a private room, and for some reason, you were assigned to attend to them. You didn't really want to, but you went in anyway; at least you weren't alone, you had a colleague with you.

The moment you opened the door, the atmosphere shifted. There they were: one exuded power and wealth, wearing an impeccable suit, a perfectly groomed beard, and that arrogant smile of someone who commands all the world. The other... he was completely different. He had long, somewhat unruly hair, and a beard and mustache that gave him a rugged, almost unkempt look, as if he didn't care what others thought. He wore a tight-fitting, dark green shirt that showed off his physique, paired with tight black pants.

Unfortunately for you, you had to sit right next to him, while your friend stayed with the elegant millionaire.

They talked about business or whatever, and you just did your job: serving him alcohol, staying close, feigning interest. But then you noticed something strange... Despite his "bad guy" or homeless appearance, he didn't smell bad. On the contrary, he had a pleasant, masculine scent.

Driven by curiosity, without thinking much, you slowly approached, almost imperceptibly, just to breathe in his scent... But suddenly, he fell silent. He sensed your closeness.

He turned slowly towards you, his eyes met yours and, in a deep, resonant, slightly raspy voice that sent shivers down your spine, he asked:

—What do you think you're doing?