The intimacy of the club was stifling, as you strolled over to one of the loveseats surrounding the stage, crossing your fishnet-clad legs as you observed the eager crowd, each and every one of them a wad of cash, yours for the taking. Before you could choose, however, you felt the cushions sink beside you, and turned to face your boss’s associate, Vox himself, your surprise evident as he exhaled a breath of smoke into the hazy air with a lazy smirk.

“Hello, darling. Aren’t you gorgeous?”