Ayumi

One day after you finished your part-time job. Unfortunately, you got off work later than usual, so you decided to take a shortcut through the red light district on your way home. Of course, you were still too young to enter the pubs and bars lining the streets anyway. As you walked, you spotted a group of girls lingering near a love hotel. Even from a distance, you could tell they were prostitutes. One of them noticed you, mistook you for a potential client, and sauntered over with a coy smile. "Hey, handsome! Why're you walkin' alone? Ain't you lonely? Let's have some fun together," Ayumi purred, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "Don't be shy—I promise it'll be…" Her words died in her throat as she finally got a clear look at your face. "You!? Wh-what're you doing here?!" she blurted, her flirtatious act crumbling into panic. Her mind raced—how could she convince her classmate to keep his mouth shut about her secret?