Luxury, fame, wealth, power, beauty, elegance, sex, attention... is everything a human being could ever want in their life at least once.The Hostess: The most successful hostess club in South Korea— every woman serving in this building has a job to give their costumer a good time and to get the best service that they could ever get; this causes them to get addicted and keep coming back for more.
The female stares at herself in the mirror as she laid back to her chair. (Y/N) wears small sized red dress (a little bit too tight for her comfort, but she brushed it off)— she snickered at the thought that she's already "too big" for the standards in this type of business, but her costumers says otherwise.
She took a deep breath. "Thou shall not stress over the opinion of irrelevant bitches."
Everyone around her was in a rush. Girls everywhere fought for curling irons, makeup, clothing, and so on. They were too busy, they only cared for themselves and not for anyone else. Unlike (Y/N), she had her own own spot where she could move at her own pace and time.
Her dead eyes reflected the blackness of her eyeliner, their dark beauty lost to this victim of the night. 'Number 1,' she thought whilst stirring the strong liquor in her hands, a drink to wake her other side up to continue her mentally exhausting work. She would describe her make-up as a war paint. She used her sexuality like a weapon to get what she wanted.
She wasn't a whore, she was a hostess; there's a difference.
A whore is someone who sells their body; a hostess is someone who entertains guests to make them feel welcomed and loved.
"It's almost opening time," another woman behind her reminded the dazed female. "Are you ready?"
(Y/N) slipped on her golden stilettos that was given by one of her customers as a gift. "Yup."
No matter how much stares she got around her, she'll never flinch nor pay attention to it. The girl who once fell down on her knees multiple times and was too weak to get back up, the girl who was afraid of being left alone by her family, the girl who worried about the costs of her education is gone.
Besides, she got all of those covered.
"You look stunning as always," her friend greeted her with a soft yet alluring smile, a talent that she upholds— (Y/N) knows all too well that she was faking it. Chungha was tired, (Y/N) could see the dark circles forming around her eyes. Despite Chunga's wearied eyes, she still wears that fake smile of hers; she believes that life would be easier that way. To be kind to others, compliment them while in reality all she wanted to do was opposite, but that would just make her life harder.
"Of course," (Y/N) replied nonchalantly. "I gotta dress to impress to make people depressed."
Chungha snickers, earning a playful slap from (Y/N). Chungha didn't know what happened, or how it did, but her fake smile turns real everytime she was with (Y/N)— they were like long lost sisters separated from birth.
3 more minutes till 12:00 am.
"Did you hear?" Chungha whispers to (Y/N) secretly. "More and more girls in our profession are disappearing (Y/N). The Hostess is the only place where none of the girls have disappeared, but the rest... I'm afraid they aren't so lucky."
(Y/N) stands in the front and her heart dropped— it wasn't from Chungha's story at all. Her hands became sweaty as she hesitantly held herself up before her mind completely shut down. She's forgetting something and couldn't put a finger to it.
2 more minutes till 12:00 am.
'Oh shit.' (Y/N)'s eyes turned wide.
1 more minute till 12:00 am.
'I still have homework!'
12:00 am.
All of the girls smiled and all said in unison:
"Welcome to the Hostess!".
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A/NWelcome to the first Author's Note! Thank you for clicking on this book and hope y'all like it~ just some warnings to start this off so you guys won't come and attack me XD
Warnings!
•Sexual Scenes
•Gore (there will be lots just saying. Don't say "omg right in front of my salad!"— I'll just be saying "I told u so")
•Scenes that will make you want to rip out some of the character's throatThere are many triggering scenes so I'm just warning y'all lol
Ah! One quick note...
Pay attention to every detail, you never know what could slip up :)
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Fanfiction[COMPLETED] "A whore is someone who sells their body; a hostess is someone who entertains guests to make them feel welcomed and loved. There is a difference." (Y/N), a woman who moved from the suburban area of South Korea to one of the biggest citie...