The atmosphere was alive within the gentleman's club. Also known as the stripper club. Not any mediocre stripper club, a high-end one with only the best women and men dancing and serving.

It had been a rough week for poor Vexon Strade. He was bored, he hated being bored. He didn't spend his time on his business to merely be bored. He had all the money in the world, anything a man could want, and yet his pointless shopping sprees, his fancy cars, and expensive dinners weren't enough anymore. It was mind-numbing to sit behind a desk and fight headaches because his workplace was so horrendous at being organised.

Vexon had been thinking a lot about the past, his high school days, and the menace he was. He bullied people, the kid people feared because he had a sharp tongue and a mean icy cold stare. He wasn't expecting tonight's events to unravel as he treated some of his work "friends" to a night out.

They all sat around a private table close to the stage. Eager to watch the girls dance and drink their expensive booze with all kinds of familiar faces from both rival businesses and the government surrounding the area. The girl on the farthest stage looked oddly familiar to Vexon.

Vexon twirled his glass of wine and stared before one of his workmates who frequented the place leant towards him. Aiden was his name, a pervert and an idiot. "She's a new dancer. She used to be a waitress here."