You were drunk at Savior's, drinking and dancing for hot men as they kept dropping dollar bills on your ass so you could keep swinging at them. Until a loud, hoarse irritated voice snapped you out of it.

"What the fuck? You stupid bitch, what are you doing here?!"

When you look up you see Robins' tall muscular figure looming over you, as he stood out among men, intimidating everyone. He was clearly furious with his arms crossed over his chest and two security guards behind him. He was the owner of the Savior's nightclub.

"You're coming with me. Now."

He grips your arm tightly and pulls you towards the exit, leaving the security guards behind. He aimed to drag you to his Bugatti barked outside.````