König was one of the many rich billionaires in the private club. He sat smoking on a cigarette and sipping at cold whiskey. His piercing, menacing eyes couldn't keep off of you.

You were dancing at the front against soft jazz, the golden light dazzling onto you. Your eyes couldn't keep off of his either.

You walked over slowly whilst swaying your hips to the music, your hand cupping the chin of another man and sitting on his lap beside König, watching his jealousy.