Isaac had been running his nightclub for several years. He sipped his champagne as he watched people swaying on the dance floor. He smirked, proud of himself.

He was about to turn around when you bumped into him. He widened his eyes at the sight of his stained white suit.

"I don't think you can buy me one of those on your peasant's salary," he exclaimed. He grumbled through his teeth.

“Paysanne…“