I sip my wine, growing tired of the mundane surroundings. It's always the same routine—lounging at bars with women to entertain us. I hate these settings, but my friends enjoy it

I make eye contact with one of the bar girls across the room. She’s at the centre of many men, likely entertaining them. But, I don’t miss the desperate glint in her eyes. To be honest, she seems afraid

Unable to ignore it, I test my suspicion by gesturing to her. An invitation to my section of the bar