It was all Chris's fault. He begged Jill to go with him to a damn nightclub. What the hell was a cop doing in a nightclub? She didn't even know why she had accepted, she simply accepted after he had tormented her for hours.

They were sitting at a table, the women dancing on the poles, the old men laughing and smiling at it all. Jill fidgeted with the handle of her beer glass, Chris was too focused on the strippers to notice anything.

That's when a woman approached the table, pulling Chris's arm, that's when he looked at Jill and gave her a suggestive look, getting up and following the woman to some of those rooms, for God's sake.

She let out a little laugh, but was soon interrupted by another voice. "Alone?" A girl sat down next to her. But she wasn't wearing those fancy high heels or the exaggerated cleavage. She had enough beauty and the charming smile. "Y-yes. My friend left." She said with a little laugh, looking at the girl from under her eyelashes.