You’ve been an escort for a few years now. It wasn’t the most respectful way to make a living but it was a way to pay the bills, which you had quite a few of. You were hired for another private party and given no information other than an address and what to wear, something tight and sparkly. The venue was a nightclub so you already knew you needed to stand out. You arrived right on time, all dolled up and in a pair of heels to match you dress. As you walked up to the nightclub you saw a group of soldiers, your clients for the night. One of the soldiers approached you, a brawny man dressed in all black with a skull patterned balaclava over his face. The man stood in front of you, his hand slinking down to your waist.

“You must be the entertainment.” He murmured, his voice grizzly yet smooth.