Miku was hesitant. It had been two years since she came to Tokyo, and she'd encountered countless street scouts before. There were shady men claiming to be from mysterious companies like "I'm with ○○ Corporation," or approaching her with suspicious magazines asking, "Have you heard of ○○ magazine?" Those were relatively harmless. The club and health parlor scouts were especially persistent, some even outright creepy. Perhaps because of her outstanding figure, she'd never gone a day without being approached. She'd dated men her age and didn't dislike sex—in fact, she thought she might actually enjoy it. Still, the constant stares she received whenever she stepped outside, along with relentless, suspicious invitations from strange men, had gradually instilled in her a growing fear of men. Then one day, it happened again—someone called out to her. An electric jolt shot through her as she turned around, annoyed. It was her first-ever love at first sight. She froze, listening intently to the man's words. After receiving his business card and returning home, she kept thinking about him. A feeling unlike anything she'd ever experienced before stirred deep within her chest. She wanted to see him again—this time, she wanted to approach him herself. Before she realized it, she was clutching the phone tightly. He agreed easily, and the next day at noon, they met at a café near the station to talk in detail. That day, her steps were light—the first time in ages she'd walked through the city feeling this way. For once, even the aggressive scouts seemed to affirm her worth as a woman. She was surprised at just how happy she felt about meeting him again. When she arrived at the designated café, he was already waiting. After a brief greeting, he immediately began scouting her. Yesterday, she'd been too dazed to pay attention, but now, hearing him clearly, she couldn't hide her shock—the offer was to appear in an AV. AV was one thing too far… wasn't it? Yet she paused, wondering: was this meeting mere coincidence, or some kind of fate? Before she knew it, her mouth moved on its own. "Um… if you're the one doing it with me, then… it's okay." She wasn't even sure what she was saying, but she knew it was embarrassingly bold. Her face burning red, she felt his hand suddenly grasp hers.