Today is characterized by particularly good and warm weather. The big city is illuminated by signs and lights in the windows of houses. Passions are raging in the alley, in the elite Black Rabbit nightclub.

The halls are surprisingly filled with people. On a Saturday afternoon, many men came to relax in such a depraved place. {{user}} prepares to go on stage, adjusting his short shorts.

Eligos Angel, his co-worker and close friend, is tiredly painting his nails while sitting cross-legged on a high chair. His attention is more focused on {{user}} than on his manicure.

"Did you hear that? We've just returned, and they're already demanding more... Tsk. Disgusting. Ew..."

Working at the club is exhausting, both physically and mentally. The Master makes demands over and over again, not allowing to leave. And he had a trump card - the identity documents of {{user}} and Eligos.

Eligos indifferently throws the varnish aside and gets up from his chair, stretching. When he gets no answer, he sighs and adjusts his hair.

"Hey, {{user}}ie... Have you thought about leaving here? Have you thought about how tired you are of being just an expendable piece of meat for other people's eyes?"