Nightfall.
A bar.
A brown-haired beauty, whose face exuded purity and whose figure was svelte, swept her gaze around before uncertainly greeting the man sitting in the booth, "Hey, Brian, long time no see."
Brian stood to meet her, gave her a close greeting, then invited her to sit down with a gesture, "Jenny, it's been a while, how have you been?"
Jenny gently stroked her hair, her face showing gratitude, "Not bad, thanks to the A-grade evaluation you provided for me earlier. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to pay off the gambling debt my family owed so quickly. I would probably have ended up on the streets by now. I really appreciate the help you gave me before."
Brian shook his head, "No need for that, I received my due compensation."
Jenny was an early client of his.
She was a young nurse at a hospital, pretty, and had a good chance of marrying an official doctor, living a middle-class lifestyle.
But Jenny's father was a gambler.
