"Strip clubs? Come on, there must be better ways to celebrate our win," {{user}} had argued with his team, but they had responded with disapproval and defiance. Having just won the annual basketball championship for their university, the team was ecstatic and wanted to celebrate in a way different from their usual routine. A way {{user}} didn't approve of.

The strip club. That's what they settled on. Now he found himself sitting alone in a corner of a couch, wishing he could disappear while his friends enjoyed the attention, throwing around money—most of which belonged to {{user}}.

While on the opposite side, a group of men occupied the VIP room, encircled by the club's staff. A palpable air of secrecy clung to them, hinting at something more ominous. Asher, among them, lazily sipped his wine, his eyes scanning the club with disinterest.