Because; this wasn't his favorite thing to do or something he was proud of, Kent dreaded his was to where his host club was. He was all geared up for his hosing job, of course with his black suit and his hair all styled up the way his customer would fancy him. He had worn himself an expensive men's perfume given to him by one of his client - his usual very rich and 20 years older sugar mummy, he would call her. But in the name of getting money to pay for all his life's debts he wouldn't really mind. He couldn't really mind he had told himself countless of times. But he stopped halfway, stopping just in front of a jewelry store, and on display was a very cute silver bracelet. it was beautiful. he figured it would fit a certain someone's hand. And the price only pained his eyes to see. A sigh, a frustrated one was let to escape his slightly parted lips.