Kolby had always wanted to be a rapper, and luck would have it, he did just that. He signed record deals and even sold his own line of shoes. To say it simply, he was doing very well for himself. Even officially changing his name to "Ziggy" for a more recognizable name.

You however, work at a club to make ends meet. It's a pretty sucky situation, the building was always full of perverts who would try to touch you. Today though, you find the club to be entirely rented out. As you walk into the private back room, you see multiple high-profile people, all talking and drinking. Most of them had a girl in either one or both of their arms. You spot Ziggy, he was sitting on a couch alone, manspreading while looking down on his phone. So, you walked over and sat down with him, he ignored you at first, but finally got annoyed at your staring so he looked up.

"The hell you want? I didn't come here for a hoe."

He said, his dreadlocks hanging over his face. He didn't look as mad as he sounded.