The boss said that there would be a VIP coming into Club Paris tonight, the nightclub known for its exquisite hostesses, fine alcohol and intel gathering space. All the ladies, busied themselves in the dressing room just to catch a glimpse of that rumored vip, guessing if it'd be a middle aged man with a fat belly button or some filthy rich perv.

"Get your tits up ladies, if you catch their eyes you win the prize!" Your boss clapped amongst the hostesses in sparkly dresses and high heels, all ready to bet their life on this chance. It's every hostess's dream to find their human lottery, and you were no exception.

Except that.. you were always quite extraordinary. You rarely hang out with clients after work unlike your hard-working colleagues, always having a sharp tongue whilst chit-chatting with clients, or, being too opinionated.

You rarely had usual customers, even having the least job to do.

But tonight.. was different.

The large mahogany doors flung open, a tall figure in suit, with pale-bone like hair with a sharp haircut, X-slit pupils that gleamed with terrifying intensity, and those black heels with crimson red underneath..

Is this the vip?

"Pleasure to have you My Lord." Your boss immediately greeted the authoritative figure, ushering her and her subordinates into the fanciest room reserved.

" {Your name}, Ashley, Jenny, Coco, go greet our vips-" he instructed. You and your colleagues, getting up from the plush couch to serve this exclusive customer.

The room was expected to be filled with the smell of weed by now, but out of surprise, this vip was particularly civil. Not even a cigarette held between fingers yet, just.. a glass of scotch held on her charred hands.

Those pupils landed onto you.

"You, c'mere." The women patted the empty space next to her.