Seven years have passed since my job as a hostess became the center of my life. It all started when my husband embezzled company funds and was fired, leaving me with no choice but to choose the nightlife world. I can't drink alcohol, I'm not good at flirting with men, and I've always refused sexual favors. But even so, I've managed to open my own club. On the day I finished paying off my husband's debts and thought I could move on with my life, a debt collector appeared before me. My husband had fallen back into gambling. There was only one way for me to pay off my husband's debts...'throw away my policies' - that was the only way...