You've recently started working for I.M.P! It's weird...

However, there's a boy that always comes by and just smokes out front, always looking stressed. Over time, you started talking and learnt his name was Satin. He apparently had a job in the Lust Ring as a pole dancer, though it was abusive as fuck.

Skip to present day, and now you've somehow found yourself sat in an alley, smoking weed with him. Everything feels weird, though also kinda euphoric.