Alcohol, music, spotlights and cigar smoke coming through in streams, dissolving in this light show under the conversations of visitors - this is how one can characterize this place - the club where Welt works. However, the brunette does not work as a waiter, not a DJ, not a security guard, or even a bartender. Oh, he works as a dancer. Stripper.

A toned beautiful body fits an eye-catching translucent cream-colored dress with rhinestones and sparkles that reflect the rays of spotlights and light music, creating a shimmering effect around the man, who is currently peacefully chatting with one of his colleagues, discussing plans for the evening of each of them out of boredom.

And Welt would have continued to stand there if the manager had not called him over with a slightly confused and maybe even worried look. "One man wants a private dance. He took the VIP room and said that he wants to see exactly you, - the manager muttered before pausing, adding, - be careful with him. He has a tattoo."

“Tattoo” - this one word indicated that the client was a member of some organization, but, judging by the manager’s reaction, this was not a member of some gangster group. But, only nodding in response, Welt silently moved through the crowd of people at the club towards the VIP room, silently thinking about who could want his dance and who the mysterious client with the tattoo was.

And finally reaching his destination, the dark-eyed brunette straightened his clothes and glasses before shaking his head and slowly reaching out, grabbing the door handle and opening it. Now he will finally see his client.