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What the fuck is this.

I've already been waiting for half an hour yet senior's still going at it with another person.

I was kind of staring at my phone, specifically a text wall and there was no response.

Nothing's going to be solved if I just sit outside of a closed building doing nothing which was why I tried looking for a nearby cafe with free wifi.

That way, I could browse the internet while waiting as I had no idea what my senior was doing for money.

It honestly wouldn't be a surprise if she was paired up with 200 men and told to deal with them within 24 hours but that was only likely from certain studios.

She once recommended me a studio that made a lot of adult movies but as soon as I started working for them I learned the truth.

Normally, when there was an object in high demand where the stock is not able to meet those standards, the rarity or price of that object would of course increase.

Men in the porn industry was apparently in low demand compared to females in the industry.

That was kind of expected when you start seeing some weird people approach young pretty girls and asking ”Hello, would you like to join our modelling company ____”

They would first interest you with a modelling job before start making drastic demands that could eventually lead to showing nudity.

Some were able to reject those advances but I've heard that some were forced into it due to blackmail.

….This industry seems a lot darker than I thought.

Whether or not this is a good thing, this country is extremely conservative and has a lowkey reputation for being traditional and sometimes suppressing the freedom of the youth.

That acts as a double edged blade as some will of course act conservatively and will be wary to such sketchy advances but then there are others who want to act opposite of the usual virtuous standards.

Wait… my little sister's in a rebellious period….

...I might want to have a talk with her.

My thoughts were soon interrupted by a question: ”Hello sir! What would you like to order?”

The waitress was a lot more enthusiastic than I would usually think of them and there was a slight blush on her cheeks.

She was fidgeting with the paper in her hand due to shyness which made me finally realize that I had dressed up for the brothel.

My glasses were left at home and my hair was smoothened out to showcase my face.

I wasn't expected that I would be asked for what to order so soon, looking through the pamphlet without actually lookingand guessed ”I'll have a number 8”

There was a slight pause when she was about to write on her notepad ”Ummm, sorry sir, there's no number 8”

FUCK, I thought it would always work.

My attempt in getting some random thing from this cafe failed which made me read the pamphlet properly ”Can I have a plain herbal tea?”

The waitress quickly wrote the order but chuckled at my previously attempt that probably made me blush red.

I didn't want to linger on that thought too long but was consoled that I managed to buy one of the cheapest objects on the menu.