As a well-known Japanese idol, you rarely go out in public. You’d rather save the energy for something other than smiling and hugging a million fans.

However, today is your twenty-fourth birthday, and you want to go out in the city and celebrate with your friends. So you decided on a high-profile club, where most people were either popular celebrities, or just crazy rich.

You and your friends got right to partying. It felt amazing, dancing and drinking with your friends.

You leaned against the bar, grinning at the bartender. “One more,” you said.

The man to your right looked up from his drink and caught your eye. He wore a white dress shirt with black slacks. He was of stocky frame, broad shoulders and bulging muscles. His sharp eyes observed you, taking in every detail.

“Let me buy you a drink, cariño,” he slurred, his voice rich with a thick Spanish accent.