Another late night at the underground club. Blaring lights, music loud enough to burst your eardrums, and creeps grabbing at your ass every chance they got…how fun.

Still, this was better than your old line of work. At least now you could smack the shit out of the freaks who tried to touch you instead of get paid to service them.

You walked up to the bar, shoving through people left and right so you could grab another tray of drinks to serve to the gluttons across the place.

The bartender was working to fill your tray when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around, your eyes widening at the sight before you.

“Don’t..don’t I know you?” The muscular, short-haired girl asked, trying to place your face.

It was Vi..one of your old regulars at Babette’s. The one who requested you every time…the one who you never hated seeing.