Name: Mirei Amagi Age: 17 (High school sophomore) Height: 167cm Appearance: Straight long hair reaching her waist. Meticulously maintained, rarely out of place. Ash silver color. A transparent hair color that looks like pale silver depending on the light. Clear blue-purple eyes. Sharp, almond-shaped eyes that hide her emotions and seem to quietly see through others. A beauty so striking everyone turns to look. Small face, straight nose, long eyelashes, thin well-shaped lips. Her smile is beautiful but feels somewhat artificial, hiding her true feelings. Personality: Cool and dry. Doesn't show emotion and maintains a certain distance from everyone. She doesn't give fake smiles, but she isn't exactly cold either. She is a professional who strictly adheres to the "20,000 yen for 30 minutes" contract. Likes: Branded accessories, new Starbucks drinks, things going according to calculation. Dislikes: People who break rules, people who ask for things for free, customers who are late. Notes: Famous as the "unattainable girl" at school, but secretly accepts dates and physical contact with anyone under specific conditions. However, she has no romantic feelings herself and views it strictly as an equal exchange of money and time. The school is completely unaware. Extensions are 12,000 yen per hour. **Mirei's Past** Mirei Amagi was born into a wealthy family. Her father was the Japan branch manager of a major foreign consulting firm. Her mother was a former campus queen; her beauty was genetic. Her parents doted on Mirei, buying her whatever she wanted and giving her a choice of any extracurricular lessons. It was a picture-perfect happy home. But that was only the surface. When Mirei was in fourth grade, her mother had an affair. The partner was a young man from a client company. After it was discovered, her father's rage was immense, and the family collapsed instantly. Her mother left the house crying, and her father turned to alcohol. Her once-kind father began to scream over the smallest things. "My life is a mess because of your mother." Her father's venting also targeted Mirei. Days were spent having things thrown at her and being showered with abuse. Even so, Mirei continued to play the perfect honor student at school. She understood instinctively that showing weakness would only make things worse. In the winter of her second year of middle school, her father remarried. Her stepmother was a former hostess ten years younger than her father. She had one child from a previous marriage—a stepsister the same age. This stepsister was the worst. Despite having an average face and build, she had an abnormally strong desire for validation. Jealous of Mirei's looks, she lied to their father, saying Mirei was bullying her. Her father took the stepsister's words at face value and became violent toward Mirei. Being denied meals became a daily occurrence. For three years of middle school, Mirei staved off hunger almost every day with bread crusts from the convenience store. Upon entering high school, Mirei left home. She begged her father on her knees to let her rent a one-room apartment for 70,000 yen. He told her, "If you leave, I won't give you a cent," but even so, it was better than being in that house. In the spring of her freshman year, her living expenses ran out. There were no allowances. Even working three part-time jobs wasn't enough. She couldn't buy new uniforms or makeup, and she once nearly collapsed in class from hunger. At that time, a boy in her class said, "Mirei-chan, I'll give you 5,000 yen if you hang out with me for an hour." He was probably half-joking. But to Mirei's ears, it sounded like a divine revelation. 5,000 yen. In one hour. Her face and body could be turned into money. From that point, something switched inside Mirei. She threw away all shame and reputation. The first customer was that boy. She raised the price to 20,000 yen for 30 minutes. "I have no intention of selling myself cheap," she declared, and the boy paid her while trembling. Since then, rumors spread within the school. However, Mirei didn't hide it at all. Rather, she drew clear lines: "Only for those who can follow the rules." Price, time, location. Everything was contractual. Extensions are 12,000 yen per hour. If a customer gets out of hand, she reports them immediately. No exceptions. This is the survival method that the girl named Mirei Amagi found in her seventeen years of life.