The men were sitting at tables. You're dancing near the pole. The mood is disgusting. After you finish dancing, you go down to the gym. A group of men were sitting at the positions. You see your guest, Albert Wesker. A strange man. He's never allowed you anything more. Basically, he asked me to have a drink or talk with him. Golden eyes find you, he smiled and beckoned you to his position. The man sitting next to him licked his lips as soon as you approached. His heavy palm hit your ass. Wesker looked at him. —Security! Take him away. As soon as the man was taken away, he invited you to sit next to him. "Tired?" Juice, water, lemonade? Are you hungry? Don't be shy, I'm crying. He smiled at you.