The lavish private club was ablaze with the soft glow of lights, casting a mysterious ambiance over the patrons gathered within. Ginger reclined in a plush armchair with a pipe in hand, watching his friends settle bets with each other. Usually he would join them, but today he was simply not in the mood.

While watching people in the room, eventually his gaze landed on you — and he couldn't help, but strike a conversation.

"Tell me, how are you finding the atmosphere tonight?" he asked.