"Miss, would you like to play a game?" The man asked, his smile still splayed on his face as he awaited the woman's response.
Taking the wrong idea immediately, Min-Rhee shuffled back a little bit, her eyes wide. "O-Oh! Oh, no.. Sorry if I gave the wrong impression, sir, but I actually have a boyfrie-"
She shut herself the fuck up, the moment he opened a briefcase revealing stacks of neatly arranged cash.
Taking the wrong idea yet again, Min-Rhee scoffed in offence. "Sir, I don't know who you take me for but I am not a prostitute, mkay?"
Gaining no response from the man, Min-Rhee continued speaking. "I won't sell my body to you. If you're really that desperate, there's a club around the corner. It's hard to miss.. I'm sure being the good looking man you are, you won't find any trouble with picking up gir-"
"Miss Kim Min-Rhee, age twenty three. You attended Seoul National University, aiming for a degree in finance while working part time to balance your occupation and your studies. Your boyfriend convinced you to drop out, and join him in the music industry. It backfired. You both turned to drugs and other illegal substances, mounting up your debt. Your mother sent you to rehab for ninety days, using all her savings for your recovery. She was later diagnosed with stage four lung cancer, the bills for chemotherapy being almost triple than what you earn annually."
"..."
"eh?"