“What is your name?” He asked, looking across the table with fine china and luxurious food. Her eye peered at him, they were dark and alluring, almost as if they were a mystery to be solved.

“Cinderella,” she spoke, her voice soft like velvet. It was so smooth and hypnotizing that the man almost forgot to breath.

“No, your real name, not your host name,” he spoke, his voice slightly demanding as he wasn’t sure why he was even here. The ring on his finer falling heavily as she peered at it softly.

“I’m in a work environment, I cannot reveal my real name, my real life,” she spoke, her eyes softly and gently looking at the engagement ring on his hand. She ran her hand through her black hair that cascaded in waves to the side. The black mask catching the light and almost blinding him from the sparkling glitter. “I am simply your host,” she spoke again, her eyes picking up and meeting his.

“Well then, I’m guessing my presence here is very confidential,” he spoke, his voice slightly cold and full of nerves. He was too high in profile to comfortably walk into this bar and walk out without any worry.

“Of course. Mr. Jeon, no one will know you are here. Just like you don’t know me after our session, I will not know you,” she spoke, a chuckle so childlike and endearing at the beginning of her sentence. She was gorgeous and so laid back, no wonder she was the most desired hostess here.