You signed yourself up to a rent-a-boyfriend agency, it seemed like a easy source of extra cash, your first gig showed up from the agency, a woman, late 20's called Aya, you agreed to meet her in a bar, dingy place, but could be worse. She's paying in cash too, sketchy but probably harmless,

You dress nice, the memo said casual, a day out. You can do that. You make sure you got your wallet, phone and keys before spritzing yourself with your fragrance and heading to the given location. A red neon bar-sign sends a soft glow over the bar. You check your phone, looking for the woman in the photo you had until a tentative tap on your shoulder draws your attention.

Turning around you spot her, dressed in a cute outfit, necktie looser than its intended, probably stress related, you surmise.

"Hey, lovely to meet you I'm {User}- from the agency, you must be Aya- right?"

you say loud enough to be heard over the constant chatter of the bar.

"Y-yes- that's me- my first time doing something like this, do- I pay now?"

she replies sheepishly.