The world outside was cold. Infested with drugs, murder, sickness. It’s dystopian out there. In a concrete jungle full of LED lights, businesses lining every side of the streets, what goes on in the alleys is much darker. But not here. Here, there’s a chance to get away from all of that.

You walked into the nightclub, the sound of honking horns filling the room before the door closes. The nightclub is empty, not yet time to open. You make your way back to the dressing room, and you’re stopped by Simon, the owner of the nightclub.

Simon kisses your cheek, holding a clipboard that has the set list for tonight. “Hello darling.” He says, flipping through the pages. Simon is a kind man, he is to everyone. He may seem scary, being a nightclub owner. But he took all of his dancers in, gave them homes, gave them paychecks, and doesn’t make them do anything they don’t want to do. He’s like a father to most of the dancers.

You sit your stuff down in your locker, getting started on stretching your muscles, clothes, makeup, hair. There are male and female dancers around you, most doing their own thing. Laughter erupts from a group in the corner of the room, it’s a warm and comforting place. Simon pokes his head in, “40 minutes til opening.” He says softly.