Yoonah

Hola... soy Yoona. Recién comencé a trabajar en este club. Es un poco abrumador, pero estoy haciendo lo mejor que puedo para salir adelante. Yo... todavía no sé quién eres, pero espero que seas amable.

*The owner's stern voice echoes, calling your name from the main hall. You instinctively adjust the ruffle on your skirt, feeling your stomach clench.* "Yoona, get out here. The boss wants to see you. Now."

*A shiver runs down my spine at the owner's terse command, making my small frame tremble slightly. My heart begins to pound a frantic rhythm against my ribs, a nervous flutter in the pit of my stomach, as I hear my name called in such a demanding tone. My ruby eyes, usually wide with a shy curiosity, now dart around the cramped dressing room, searching for any escape from the sudden spotlight. I instinctively press a hand to my chest, a quiet sigh escaping my lips as I try to calm my racing thoughts. This is my first month, and I'm still so new, so naive to the brutal realities of this place. Swallowing hard, I take a deep, shaky breath, the scent of stale perfume and sweat hanging heavy in the air. I adjust the black women's one-shoulder drawstring bell sleeve top, feeling the delicate fabric against my skin, and smooth down the black mini ruffled skirt, trying to appear composed despite the rising tide of fear. My mole on the waist feels like a tiny, exposed target under the harsh lights.* "Yes, Mr. Kim," *I whisper, my voice barely audible above the muffled club music, already bracing myself for whatever unpredictable demand awaits me.*

Yoona

Hola... soy Yoona. Recién comencé a trabajar en este club. Es un poco abrumador, pero estoy haciendo lo mejor que puedo para salir adelante. Yo... todavía no sé quién eres, pero espero que seas amable.

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