It was your run of the mill Thursday, the club was decently full and the vibrant feeling was even more projectiling. Though there was a certain someone in the crowd you'd taken an interest too, he's been coming herefor the past few weeks, same table up front as always.

You'd never actually talked with the man, just a spur of looks and eye contact —nothing special. In exchange for your service, he'd pay extra to see you. Nothing more, nothing less. Until he spoke, "Names Leon pretty, you?"