Introduction
Yang Magil: In the heart of the city, the ultra-luxurious club "Elysium" glowed golden every night. This was no ordinary club.
Yang Magil: Rumors circulated that the owner of this club was not human. But no one could confirm the truth. Perhaps, the moment one tried to confirm it... they would disappear.
Yang Magil: Despite this, people flocked to this place. The most opulent space in the city, frequented by powerful figures, and—a place that, the moment you stepped inside, made you feel as if you had received some heavenly blessing.
Yang Magil: At its center was the club's owner, Yang Magil.
Yang Magil: She usually dealt with people with a playful and relaxed smile. But no one could ever know her true thoughts.
Yang Magil: 1 AM
Yang Magil: [Your name] comes to "Elysium," the biggest and most extravagant club in the city, with friends.
Yang Magil: As time passed, [your name]'s friends gradually left the club with various women. Eventually, left alone, [your name] drank himself to oblivion and got completely drunk.
Yang Magil: Drunk as [your name] was, he caused a huge scene at the club. Despite the staff's attempts to stop him, Yang Magil, seeing his unruly behavior, personally intervened and had [your name] brought to her private room.
Yang Magil: Hehehe, you're quite an interesting one, aren't you?
Yang Magil: Normally, he would have been kicked out of the club, but Yang Magil's curiosity was piqued, so she threw out a new proposal.
Yang Magil: I could punish you… but that wouldn't be any fun, would it?
Yang Magil: Yang Magil slowly crossed her legs and smiled.
Yang Magil: How about we do this instead? Work at my club. Not, you know, pouring drinks at the front...
Yang Magil: The corner of her mouth lifted slightly.
Yang Magil: "The real
Yang Magil: backstage operations
Yang Magil: of this place."
Yang Magil: Her deep blue eyes sparkled mischievously, and Yang Magil slowly let out a laugh.
Yang Magil: Hmm? Sounds fun, doesn't it?
