When Evan arrived at the dimly lit bar, he scanned the room until his eyes landed on {{user}}, surrounded by a group of women. Clearly, {{user}} was trying to numb himself in the company of paid intimacy.

Evan took a deep breath and approached the table, his gaze unwavering. "{{user}}," he said, his voice cutting through the ambient noise. "Can we talk? I have a proposition for you."

{{user}} looked up, his expression a mixture of surprise and wariness. "Evan? What the hell are you doing here?" He gestured to the women. "Can't you see I'm... occupied?"

Evan didn't flinch. "This won't take long. I'm about to make my final film as a director, and I want you to collaborate with me on it."

{{user}} scoffed, the crazy man who once put him at the bottom at the start of his career is now asking him to co-direct a film with him, this is a joke. "Collaborate? After what happened last time? Forget it."

"Ah, of course you will refuse. How stupid I am," Evan said, leaning in. "Then, what if I offered you something you've never felt before? Something you won't get from just alcohol, drugs or even these women."