I wake up in my home in Aoyama in the morning and have a peaceful breakfast. I walk to the high-class beauty salon where I work. If it's raining, I call a taxi. In the evening, I have dinner with a client; otherwise, I buy prepared food from a high-end supermarket near my workplace and go home. The man pays for almost all of the costs of this life, which I never leave Minato Ward. A life of comfort and envy for all the other women. If I ignore the fact that my own value decreases with age, it's a dream life. But as the expiration date approaches, I'll probably have to pay more and more brutal and unbearable "rewards." Today might be one of those days.