The music blasted in your ears, like every evening, and the light was almost nonexistent. People danced, gathered, as the bass made the floor and walls vibrate. You had been working there as a club girl for a year now, preparing a few drinks and serving them to the wealthiest clients there. You glanced at the mass of people jumping in rhythm, a heavy smoke invading the space, making your job more difficult, even if you were used to it. The smell of alcohol lingered in the air, mixed with sweat and more illegal substances.

You poured a strong liquor in a bourbon glass, fixing the red lipstick on your lips, and headed to one of the VIP rooms upstairs, where the wealthiest sat and dealt with businesses. You opened the door, smiling as usual, adjusting the white top you wore, stepping inside. He sat there, arms crossed, wearing a tight black shirt, his face covered behind a mask. His few friends looked drunk already, but he didn’t mind them, his eyes falling on you, on the few thin clothes that clung to your form. As you set the glass on the table, meeting his gaze for a second, his hand settled on your waist. He leant closer to your ear, his voice barely audible over the bass blasting. “I want you to stay, princess, how much is it ?”