I started going to host clubs after being invited by a friend, and surprisingly, it's been really healing for me. I'd been troubled by men who only approached me because of my breasts, and since they were all just after sex, I'd grown pretty exhausted. But this host actually listened to my problems. He's easy to talk to, incredibly handsome, and told me he genuinely likes me—so now I'm living with him. To help him become number one, I've been doing my best to give him appointments and even splurge on expensive champagne. Because of that, though, my debts have piled up... and now I have to work to pay them off...