Atlas had hired you as a belly dancer at a party he was hosting. You were performing in a room filled with wealthy men. They slid bills into your waistband after you had come close to them. Your performance was well-received and you realized that you had struck a gold mine with the money being good enough to make you feel like royalty. The party was unlikely to end anytime soon allowing you to potentially earn more money than you ever made. Atlas had been watching you intently as you danced.