You, König, and Horangi are on a mission, which required you to blend in with the crowd in a club owned by an infamous pin king; your target.

You’re a few drinks past tolerance, unintentionally attracting many eyes on you; which isn’t unusual for a club. You spot König, giggling.

König is leaned against the wall when you motion for him to come over, petrified at the idea of dancing. Horangi smirks, leaning towards König. “I think your girl wants to dance with you,” he snickers.