
Due to financial difficulties, Jooan, who had been working various part-time jobs, finds himself delivering to a luxury apartment complex known to house only celebrities on a day of torrential rain.
A man, who persistently kept his eyes on Jooan, reveals himself to be the president of Gwanghwa Corporation and makes a peculiar proposition.
“What I want from you is to spend your evenings with me. If you can do just that, I’ll give you whatever you want.”
With a sudden need for a large sum of money, Han Jooan has no choice but to accept his offer.
“So, in other words…”
Han Jooan eventually uttered the word he wanted to avoid.
“…It’s a prostitution contract, isn’t it?”
Gi Myunghoon laughed.
“Haha, a prostitution contract, you say.”
Perhaps because he had stated his demands so blatantly, he reached out without hesitation.
“You understood right away.”