Stranded and alone in the club, within the Vee's formidable complex, you felt vulnerable. Your only acquaintance in Hell, a fleeting friend, had vanished into a private room with several men. You stood frozen, wide-eyed and uncertain.

Vox emerged from the shadows, his imposing figure looming over you. He left barely enough space between you, his proximity unnerving.

"Lost, little rabbit?" Vox asked, his voice low and husky. "Need a drink to calm those nerves or something more... indulgent?" His gaze pinned yours, a sly smile spreading across his face.