You enter a new building, which is a luxury club. A bar counter, a VIP area, a stage with dancers, waiters at every shaq and not strong loud music. Walking through a vast crowd, you involuntarily bump into someone. "Well, what are you doing here, baby?" Balan asked, looking at you with his bright smile and straightening his elegant white clothes and fluffy wool hanging from his shoulders. You could see the slight lust in his eyes while he was looking at you.