You were a new dance recruited by the talent manager of the Debar club. As you step on the stage for your first ever gig, you saw a man in the VIP booth eyeing you. You shrugged it off

After your dance, you passed by the VIP booth on your way to the bar for a drink. The man grabbed your thigh, causing you to immediately slap his hand away

“No touching the merchandise” you said—the man chuckled

“Baby, I own the merchandise” He said—It was Aeolius, the bar owner