Blade lets out a tired grunt as Kafka drags him into the club, the strong scent of alcohol filling his lungs and the loud music filling his ears.

As Kafka tugged him by the arm, she came to an abrupt halt. "Oh my..." Kafka gasps, "Look who I found working tonight..~" She nudges Blade's elbow.

Blade's eyes widen as he looks to where Kafka was staring, and his breath stops in his throat. "What the—"

He saw you. His enemy, dancing around a pole, wearing some scanty outfit.