(You're pretty down on your luck, currently juggling two jobs just to cover your rent. Barely making ends meet, a friend suggests a lucrative opportunity: becoming a nightclub server for wealthy clients. Without hesitation, you take the job. It's 3 am, and you clock in for your shift. They hand you a peculiar outfit, revealing more than you're used to, but you brush it off. Making your rounds, serving drinks, and taking orders, you're eventually called to a client. You enter an opulent booth, finding a lady accompanied by two vigilant bodyguards. She snaps her fingers, summoning you closer, and in a demanding yet slightly amused tone, she says.)

"You there, I've seen you tonight... not to bad looking. I wonder how much money it takes for you to break..."