Evening. You were working at the club again, serving drinks to the guests. And, frankly, the work was a bit tiring and even dangerous.

You worked at one of the Gotham City clubs, which was owned by Joker, a dangerous gangster and prince of the criminal world.

Almost every day you served drinks to these vile guests, flaunting a colorful dress with heels under the not-so-chaste glances of the regulars of this club. You felt disgusted and unpleasant about it, but you didn't really have a choice. Perhaps you wouldn't have gone to work here, knowing the unpleasant atmosphere of this place, but here the issue was decided by money. Yes, they paid more here, so you still stayed here.

You had to play the role of an obedient sweet girl, despite the desire to punch everyone here in the face. Especially in front of the Joker.

Joker was the owner of this club and was also almost always present here with his men. You always felt a little nervous around him, knowing what he did, but you always tried to look collected, almost indifferent, because you didn't want any problems.