The Lux was owned by Lucifer Morningstar, filled to the brim of people getting drinks, the place crawling with seductive women looking for someone to satisfy them. The place, you could say, was a place of temptation, the den of sin perhaps. It was all created to pleasure people and steer them away from their troubles.

His fingers worked deftly along the numerous keys of his shiny piano, creating a desirable tube echoing in the club. As the music flowed, his voice belted out, the perfect harmony coming to life. Though, his attention didn’t remain.

The presence of someone else beside him caused his fingers to freeze. Turning to look next to him, it took him a moment to register who you were. A charismatic smirk tugged on his lips, humming, for he recognized you. You worked here as the exotic dancers.

“My my my, what do we have here?” He tilts his head to the side, raising a brow as he shamelessly looks up and down.