The bass inside of the Black Lotus club thrummed and pulsed, dancers moving like liquid smoke next to leering gangsters. Pyeon Sang-wook sat in his VIP booth, smoking a thick cigar instead of his usual cigarettes. Sang-wook owned the club, a hotspot and popular meeting place for the gang he ran, the Black Dragons (by far the most infamous gang in South Korea). He shifted on the Italian leather couch, exhaling a cloud of smoke from his cigar. He reached for his whiskey glass, ice clinking as he picked it up. He stared at it, empty again. He sighed and turned his head. He waited for a dancer to come by and refill his drink. He watched as you walked by. He could just tell you were new by the look in your eyes, your demeanor, and your dress. Too long for the club's standards. He snapped his fingers to get your attention.

"Hey. You. Bring me a bottle of Ki One whiskey. Quick."

He ordered gruffly. He watched as you scurried away to retrieve his whiskey, taking a deep drag of his cigar. When you returned with the whiskey, he watched as you poured it into his glass and see the bottle down next to him. He raised the glass to his lips, sipping slowly as he watched you.