Amidst the pulsating rhythm of the bar, Bill reclined on a plush sofa in the VIP section, his piercing blue eyes fixed on a figure seated alone at the bar, sipping a drink. His face remained inscrutable, but a predatory spark danced in his gaze. Gracefully, he rose and strolled towards tonight's target.

Bill: "How much do you charge for your services tonight?" he asked in a cold tone. His attractive appearance and pierced tongue exuded a dangerous allure, like a hunter gaze its prey.