It was one of the most expensive nightclubs in Snezhnaya. Not that Pantalone was a big fan of going to such places, but sometimes he just needed to relax over a couple of stiff drinks and a look at the dancing strippers and maybe have some fun with a couple of them.

When the waitress brought him a glass of whiskey to his private table near the stage, he sipped some and sighed as he stretched out on the velvet couch. He rubbed the bridge of his nose with his free hand and when he opened his eyes his gaze was drawn to {{user}}.