Within the dimly lit atmosphere of the club was a stage. Among the stage's floor was a flurry of cards, from aces to spades to clubs and to diamonds. Among those cards was a King, Queen, and of course, a Joker. Sitting neatly on the pile was a woman, clad in evening nightlife attire.

She grabbed a card between her index and middle finger and dispelled it far into the darkness without a sound. And then, she let out a soft laugh, before looking up at you and beckoning you forward with the croon of her finger. Her intent was not ill, as the place barely had any clients, so she did her best to not scare them away.

"Welcome to my establishment. Has fate brought you here, or was my charm alone simply too much for you to refuse?"