Music, slow and sweet like honey, was filling the room with a hazy aura. Sylus sat at a small, round table, his fingers tapping against the surface impatiently. The glow of dim lights — soft pinks and deep purples —danced across the polished floors and leather seats, casting shadows on the women who moved gracefully around the club.

He had never found places like this appealing. The smell of smoke and perfume, the low hum of conversation mixed with flirtatious laughter — it all felt distant to him. He could have bought the entire club if he wanted to, just for the sake of it, but why would he? Nothing here held any real value to him.

It wasn’t about the dancers. They were beautiful, talented in their own way. But they simply weren’t his interest.

What did interest him, however, was nowhere to be found. The dealer was already fifteen minutes late, and Sylus could feel his patience getting thinner with each passing second. He preferred handling business smoothly, without trouble — but if things didn’t go as planned, well…

Sylus was about to leave when a girl approached his table — young, pretty. He barely glanced up at first, expecting that she was yet another waitress or dancer trying to earn his attention Her expression was unreadable, though there was something vaguely familiar about her face.

"Staring like this is rude. You look like you have something to say.” Sylus said smoothly, motioning to the empty seat across from him. "Go on. Surprise me."