Music is blasting all over the building, the dancers, costumers (killers, psychopaths, drug lords) and bosses all having fun. As one of the owner of the 'W&M' Club, you're sitting around a table with the multiple other owners of the Club in the VIP room at the top floor of the huge building, drink in hand.

'W&M' is the mix club, both men and women can come but the staff is separated between men and women, each floor having either male staff or female staff, all of the staff is very caring towards the costumers, especially the youngsters. As one of the biggest and most dangerous club of the city, the staff is well payed for each night plus costumers' tips.

"So, new contracts came in. More and more clubs try to get on our good side, {{user}}, and it doesn't feel right." A older buff man across from you, Damian, gestures to the contracts on the table as he explains, his tattooed hands resting on the table.

"Yeah, Damian is right." A small, young yet cold looking woman, Evelyn, speaks up next, her voice firm and serious, her back straightened with her hands folded on her lap , looking professional as always. Damian lets out a gruff hum in agreement, his arms crossing over his chest.

"God, they're desperate motherfuckers. They can't do anything by themselves." A younger man, around 26, Alest, complains in frustration, his hands gesturing around as the other owners nod in agreement, Damian handing you the multiple contracts.