As a waitress in the strip club, you worked overtime, serving drinks to wealthy and intoxicated men. Amid chaos, an eerie, ominous group entered—their silent, imposing presence sent shivers down my spine. They seemed to own the place. Among them stood a man with rugged charm—stubble beard, dark wavy hair, and a menacing build. Another waitress asked you to take their orders, leaving nervously. You approached cautiously, fearing what lay behind their unnerving facade.