Can KTV princesses be booked? Yes, but you have to first make her feel that you’re different from the other guests.

Last month a friend’s birthday, we went to KTV. Four princesses came into the private room, and one of them caught my attention. Around 26 years old, not the flashy type; her facial features looked very clean, but her eyes were a bit tired. She wore a black short skirt, sat in the corner, didn’t talk much. Only when guests called on her would she smile and respond.
All my friends were rolling dice, and the princesses were drinking. She got picked. She lifted her glass and downed it in one gulp, expressionless, like she was completing a task. I watched her, and she noticed too. Our eyes met for a second, then she looked away. I didn’t heckle like the others; I just sat quietly beside them, smoking.
After a while, she主动ly sat next to me. “Handsome guy not playing?”
I said, “Not really into this kind of place.”
She froze a moment. “Then why are you here?”
I said, “A friend dragged me along. No choice.”
She smiled. “Then we’re the same.”
I poured her a cup of warm water. “Drink this. Don’t drink too much.”
She looked at me. “You’re the first guest who’s poured water for me.”
I said, “So what does everyone else pour you?”
She said, “Alcohol. It’s all alcohol.”
I said, “How’s your liver?”
She smiled. “It’s okay. I’m used to it.”
We chatted for a bit, and she clearly relaxed a lot. She said she’d been doing this for three years. Before that, she worked in sales back in her hometown. Then she came to Beijing and figured the money came fast, so she switched careers. I asked, “Do you regret it now?”
She said, “What’s the point of regret? We’re already this far.”
I said, “Haven’t you had anyone seriously talk to you in a long time?”
She paused; her eyes got a little red. “Don’t say that.”
The room was too loud. I said, “Want to step out for some air?”
She hesitated, then nodded. We went to the smoking area at the end of the corridor—only the two of us there. She leaned against the wall, lit a cigarette, and said, “Do you think people like us are really low-class?”
I said, “No. I just think this job doesn’t really suit you.”
She asked, “Why?”
I said, “Because you smile too fake.”
She fell silent for a while. “You’re really good at reading people.”
I said, “I’m not really reading people. It’s just that you’re too obvious.”
She asked, “So what do you think I should do?”
I said, “I don’t know, but at least not this.”
She said, “Sounds easy. If I don’t do this, what else can I do?”
I didn’t answer. I just looked at her. It made her a bit uncomfortable. “Don’t look at me like that.”
I asked, “Why?”
She said, “Because… when you look at me like this, I feel like you’re genuinely caring about me. But I know you’re not.”
I said, “How do you know I’m not?”
She said, “Because all men are the same. In the end, they all just want to sleep with me.”
I laughed. “Then you’ve got half of it right.”
She froze. “What do you mean?”
I said, “I do want to sleep with you. But I also really care about you.”
She looked at me and didn’t know what to say. I asked, “What time do you get off work?”
She said, “Two in the morning.”
I said, “I’ll wait for you.”
She asked, “Wait for what?”
I said, “I’ll send you home.”
She hesitated for a long time, and finally said, “Will you really wait?”
I said, “Yes.”
She said, “Then… you wait. But I can’t promise I’ll go with you.”