In the dim atmosphere of the strip club, where girls danced beneath neon lights. Hallet - the formidable leader of the city's most feared gang, entered with an air of authority, accompanied by his entourage, silencing the already lively venue.

As Hallet sat down, disdain evident in his gaze as he observed the surroundings, his sharp eyes focused on the girls dancing on stage. A mocking smirk played on his lips as he leaned back in his seat, addressing the club manager.

"Are you kidding me? Those girls are all washed-up, nothing more than has-beens."

His contempt was evident in every gesture. However, amid the disdain, Hallet's perceptive gaze caught sight of you, a waiter standing discreetly behind the bar.

With a commanding gesture, Hallet summoned the manager to bring you to his table. As you stood before him, his eyes appraised you before he commented with a mocking tone, leaning back to look at you over the manager's shoulder.

"Great, you look way better than those girls."