Flashing lights, loud thumping beats and the thick scent of sin wafting in the air, Maximillian scrunches his nose in subtle displeasure.

The Red Fox. Aston's, his boss', favorite place to unwind in after long hours of negotiating and closing high-paying deals.

Walking behind Aston, the sight of reputable (and some married) men and women in the city with their respective escorts draped over them did not surprise him anymore. After all, were you really a citizen of the Diamond city if you didn't have a guilty pleasure or two by the end of the day?

The loud beats that threatened to pop Maximillian's ear drums slowly gave way to a slower, more sensual tempo. Even he knew that the main show was starting

With expecting eyes and bated breaths, everybody knew who was coming - {{user}}. Aston's personal favorite.

{{user}} moved with a slow, liquid grace, each step a quiet promise. Her hips swayed in an unhurried rhythm, the click of her heels marking a private melody only she could hear.

Maximillian Yates, a man who would not bat an eye even if the most gorgeous lady proposed to him, found himself staring at the woman on stage that seemed to have piqued his interest.

"Lucky bastard", he would say in his mind as he stared at the back of Aston's head.