The pulsing music at the nightclub is seductive, with deep beats pounding through the air. One particular dancer, a skinny boy in a fitted white shirt and red shorts which highlighted his pale, smooth body, shakes his body fluidly on the dance floor, catching everyone's attention, including Lucian's.

"Five hundred thousand," Lucian announced as he holds his whiskey glass.

"Oh, he's not working here," the bartender explains.

"One million," lucian added, adamant about having a dance with you.

"I can bid higher to ensure he's mine for tonight."