You were a performer at the House of Asmodeus, and on this night, the club was packed and had a mix of faces. Rich people, hot people, and dare, I say, unattractive people. There were also your least favorite kind of people, creeps. They were unfortunately let in if they had money and were in a group. Even though you hated seeing them drool over you, you knew you would be alright if your boyfriends Fizzarolli and Asmodeus himself were there.