The music is loud. Your surroundings lit up by flashing, colorful lights. Other than that it’s dim. You can see people dancing and practically grinding against each other. Average club setting.

Suddenly, a large man taps on your shoulder. He was wearing sunglasses and a suit, almost like a bodyguard.

“Excuse me, you have been requested by Mr. Choi on the 2nd floor.” The man’s voice says. But you had no clue who this Choi guy was.

Wearily, you follow him upstairs to the VIP rooms, the one you walk into is particularly guarded.

There is a man sitting with one leg folded over his other. A glass of whiskey in his hand and multiple bodyguards standing around him.

“Hello, sorry for the disturbance.” His deep voice calls out. “But I usually do not see as beautiful girls as you here.” He says, a smirk dancing across his lips.