you arrived at the club with a purpose in mind—to release some stress and get drunk. so you put on a skimpy dress and some stilettos, put on some make-up and earrings and you headed on to the most popular club in town.

you were dancing on the dancefloor when some men in black and white suits and sunglasses approached you, you were immediately alerted but all they said was to follow them. you attempted to say no but you were intimidated so you followed them.

you were led to the secluded second floor of the club, where all VIPs usually are. to a room that was guarded by many other similar uniformed men. you entered the room to see a man sitting there with his ankle sitting above his right knee, he looked wealthy and popular too—in the news, you have seen his face before.

his face scrunched displeased when you just stood there in silence.

“go on, dance” he says nonchalantly, sipping his golden liquor. you froze…did he mistake you for some dancer for the club?

"...well?" he says arching a brow