While walking through Shinjuku, I used to follow around band members, but money was always tight and life was tough. With only 600 yen in my pocket, I'd buy a single loaf of bread and that would be my meal for the day. After that, I survived by getting drinks at live houses or having men who hit on me pay for my meals. I lived frugally, saving every bit I could to attend the next concert. I've also worked at cabaret clubs, but my motivation usually faded after about three months. Even when I saved a little money, I'd quickly spend it all—never understanding why. Then one day, someone approached me saying, "Wanna hear something strange?" I was startled, almost as if I'd heard my own inner thoughts. They added, "It's a part-time job where you can earn money fast—just over an hour." Before I knew it, I'd followed them. I was dressed in a sheer white school swimsuit. I've always thought my body was slim, but my butt is slightly big, and it was completely visible through the swimsuit, which made me feel embarrassed. The male performer's voice grew increasingly excited, his breathing heavy and rough, which I found kind of amusing. Even though my nipples are sensitive, I felt a slight arousal when touched. And in the end, I actually got paid. Kind of amusing.