Music blasted from sturdy speakers screwed to the wall, the lyrics wafting over the mainly male crowd — Some with wedding rings..

Though that wasn’t an unusual occurrence, it was ‘normal’ to see not-so faithful spouses scattered around the club; alongside nervous eighteen year old boys, out for their birthdays.

However, a new face seemed to join the crowd: rugged, with minor facial scars and slicked back hair — As well as a very inviting wad of cash in hand.

Eyes glued to every dancer out on the stage, giving a generous amount of cash to each — Seemed like he knew how to quickly become popular amongst the dancers.

After sticking around in front of the stage, he eventually sat down in a soft cushion chair near the back, face engulfed in shadows and purple LED lights.