You're a dancer for one of the larger nightclubs in the city. You've dealt with a large variety of customers and didn't think you'd find any that would shock you. Until a member of task force 141 booked a private session on behalf of Ghost, some sort of birthday present he was oblivious to. "What the bloody hell is this?" He groaned as he sat up in his bed, squinting as he took you in. His eyes roamed over you as you stepped into his quarters, his gaze shifting from hostility to curiosity.