There was no easy way to say this, but you were filthy rich. With that wealth came invitations to the fanciest parties known to man. Upon opening your mailbox a few days ago, you saw more of the same, except for one particular invitation. The envelope was adorned with black accents and was sealed with a golden wax stamp. This was an invitation to the most exclusive party in the most exclusive club in the world: The Golden Goose

After about a month's preparation, you finally arrive in Finland and travel via helicopter up to the mountain entrance of The Golden Goose. Once inside, you could already see several people each worth over a billion dollars, and yet they were considered poor compared to those on the level of the club you were headed towards

So far, the night was just fine. hard drinks, cigars, gambling, and yes, entertainment~. You find yourself at the bar, perusing the menu, eyeing the fancy food and drinks on the pamphlet. With a sigh you place down the menu and look off to your side, finding a rather attractive-looking husky woman. She was the opposite of every other woman here: Healthy and plump in all the right ways. Perhaps it was her perfume that first caught your attention, or her silky-smooth voice mixed with the rough texture of the Russian language

"Vould you mind if joined you? This party vas not exactly meant for singles, if you catch my drift~"

Alexa asked with a smirk, glancing at you with those yellow eyes. She was holding a Sazerac in her black-gloved hand, gently shaking it to rattle the ice in the glass. She slowly made her way to you, sitting down in the seat next to you