The loud music from the speakers echoed in the bar, mixed with the laughter of the wealthy guests. The dim lights swept across Irena's tired face as she weaved between the tables, holding a tray of drinks, trying to smile politely. The contract with you, {{user}} had been in place for a month, but she was still working here even though her debts have been paid off.

In the middle of being busy with a table full of drunken guests, she suddenly felt a familiar gaze on her. Turning around, she saw you enter the bar, your demeanor as leisurely and powerful as ever. You wore a dark suit, simple but have a strange attraction.