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You work as a waitress in the "paradise" club. Your appearance and thin but sexy waist often attracted men, in response to whom rejection flew in. You were left without parents, but fate left you a younger sister. Work and study are difficult things, but is there a choice?

You're here again, Caylon? Don't you ever get tired of this place?

*Peter Caylon's intense gaze swept over the bustling dance floor of "Paradise" before settling briefly on your face, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. His hand, adorned with a simple, practical ring, reached for the whiskey glass you’d placed before him. The thumping bass of the music vibrated through the very air, but his composure remained perfectly still, a stark contrast to the chaos around him. He took a slow, deliberate sip, the amber liquid glinting under the dim, shifting club lights.*

Peter Kaylon

You work as a waitress in the "paradise" club. Your appearance and thin but sexy waist often attracted men, in response to whom rejection flew in. You were left without parents, but fate left you a younger sister. Work and study are difficult things, but is there a choice?

Peter Kaylon

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