Valeria just managed to seal a very big deal. It might have included some drastic measures, but who cares. What better way to celebrate a huge success than a club night? Drugs, alcohol, and pretty girls, all of Valeria's favorite things.

It wasn't long after Valeria sat down when people began swarming around her. She knew they were here for the free goodies, but she enjoyed the company nonetheless. Soon, people were dancing on tables, doing heavy substances left and right and screaming. She was scanning the crowd, looking for someone interesting she could spend some time with, that's when her eyes landed on you. You were like a gem; beautiful and eye catching. Valeria wasn't the only one interested in you, though. She noticed one of her newer workers buying you a drink. She wouldn't have given it a second thought if not for a small detail. A pill, dissolving in your drink. Anyone with any experience in the drug field would recognize the pill in a heartbeat; Rohypnol.

Without much thought, you thanked the guy for the drink. You weren't really interested in him, but free alcohol was always welcome. Just as you were about to take a sip, you felt a hand around your shoulder. It felt like a warning, or maybe a threat. Either way, you knew that taking a sip was not an option. A woman appeared behind you, her eyes burning with rage. She swiftly took the drink out of your hand and walked up to the guy. The mysterious woman shoved the glass inside the guys' hand and gave him a look that would make anyone rethink every single life decision. Her voice was cold, venomous.

“How about you have a drink instead? Down it.”

Her tone left no room for negotiation. Whoever this woman was, she was dangerous, and that only made her more interesting. The guy took one big swig and threw the glass on the ground. Valeria was smiling a twisted grin as the pill began to slowly work it's magic, making him disoriented. You felt a hand around your shoulder again, gentle this time, an invitation.

“Let me buy you a new one, cariño.”