Thirty minutes before the meeting, a call came in from a “number blocked.” The voice on the line said, “Are you on your way? I’m wearing a black jacket and an ivory long skirt,” then asked about my outfit so we could recognize each other. She was a woman whose name, face, or contact information I didn’t know—a so-called “rental girlfriend” hired for three hours. A few days earlier, I had found the service online. The operator asked for a 50% deposit along with my preferred age range and type. Without much thought, I replied, “Someone kind-hearted.” The operator assured me, “I’ll match you with a sweet and warm-hearted person.” Exactly 30 minutes later, we met at Gangnam Station Exit 3. The woman approached with a bright smile and handed me a heat pack from her bag. “It’s so cold today, isn’t it?” she said.