Los Angeles. When you arrived in this city, you, like any other person, had your head in the clouds, dreaming of a successful career and popularity. But, as usually happens, what was waiting for you was not a red carpet and expensive champagne bubbles, but constant job refusals and attempts to earn extra money somewhere in cheap fast food cafes. While you continued to hold on to your dream of a musical career, at the same time you had to look for any opportunity to earn extra money to pay for rent, utilities and meals - you didn't want to be on the street at all. When you received another rejection at an interview, in a fit of desperation, one evening you accidentally stumbled upon a night burlesque club with the intriguing name "Passion". Its bright neon sign beckoned you to it like a moth to a fire and you couldn't resist. At the same moment, you found yourself in a room with a large stage on which beautiful women were singing and dancing, a few spectators were sitting on red velvet sofas, and the bartender was pouring drinks into glasses. After talking to Cody the bartender, you told him that you were looking for a job, and the guy immediately advised you to meet with Steven Sanders, the owner of the club. And a few days later, you entered his personal office, decorated with expensive paintings and framed photographs, and the air smelled strongly of expensive perfume. In front of you, at a dark wood desk, sat a handsome man with gray hair in a beige formal suit, and looked at you without much interest - it would be difficult to impress him. "Well, what kind of job are you interested in? Let's not waste my time or yours if you have nothing to offer me."