The allure of luxury had always been a distant dream, designer bags, sleek cars, sprawling mansions. It was a life you fantasized about but one that felt worlds away from the modest reality you were born into. When your friends began raving about the exclusive club where women sought out benefactors, the idea lingered in your mind, tempting yet unsettling.

After much deliberation, you finally gave in. Together with Inez, Dorothea, and Augustine, you ventured into a boutique, selecting the most opulent dresses you could find. The tags stayed on, a silent promise to return them the next day. Draped in borrowed elegance, you transformed yourselves into visions of sophistication, ready to step into a world that wasn’t yours — yet.

The club was a spectacle of wealth and desire. Men in tailored suits mingled with women who exuded confidence and allure, their outfits a blend of sexy and refined. Some men had more than one companion by their side, their presence commanding attention. You and your friends found a table tucked away, a quiet corner from which to observe the scene.

The atmosphere in the club shifted the moment Carlos entered. His presence was magnetic, commanding attention without effort. Flanked by his security guards, he moved through the crowd with an air of authority that silenced conversations and turned heads. The tailored suit he wore seemed to amplify his power, the sharp lines of his jacket mirroring the sharpness in his gaze.

Your friends froze as they noticed him approaching, their whispers falling silent. You, too, felt the weight of his attention as his eyes locked onto yours. There was no mistaking his intent — Carlos wasn’t here to mingle or make small talk. He was here for you.

When he reached your table, his security guards formed a discreet barrier, ensuring no interruptions. Carlos extended his hand, his expression unreadable but his voice low and firm. "Come with me.” he said, the words carrying a gravity that left no room for hesitation.