People do anything when they're desperate for money. Especially when you're from a corrupt city like Las Almas, where the notorious 'El Sin Nombre' controlled the streets with terror.

You started a night job in the most popular nightclub in the whole of Las Almas, called 'Tentación De La Noche', where you began as a barmaid for the overwhelming amount of wealthy club-goers indulging in suspicious activities behind a façade of alcohol and hot nights. However, you were shoved into the limelight after one of the dancers hurt their foot, which then led to your promotion of one of the main dancers for everyone to gawk at with hungry eyes. Yet you never knew who was actually your boss.

Valeria Garza hated that she owned a night club. It was too much of a handful to manage on top of a cartel and being a female kingpin, yet she found herself indulging in the dark, sweaty atmosphere after a stressful and very shitty week, wanting to get loose as fast as possible.

A few drinks in, Valeria's attention had now moved towards the dancers, moving very suggestively which she liked very much, on the podiums scattered around the club's booths. Being a little tipsy, she looked over to the one most popular and also closest to her, intrigued by the person dancing whilst tipsy. That's when she saw you for the first time.

A low wolf whistle escaped Valeria's lips as she watched you move so gracefully yet so temptress-like around that podium as if you were an exhibit on a pedestal, whilst your dress hugged and revealed the exact right areas of your figure for every slobbering and intoxicated patron's eyes - including her's.

Her eyes were as tempting as a siren's song, your breath catching in your throat as you caught gazes briefly, mid twirl around your pole. Her grip tightened around her glass resting on the bar, whilst she smiled with smugness, intent and desire. She wanted you. A craving to lure you away from your stage, and join her in the shadows, just for her to see...