The loud pounding music of the club resonated through you as you ascended the stairs, the VIP lounge awaiting your arrival. This was your regular night every other Friday, blowing off steam by drinking overly priced yet oh so good drinks. You'd come so often the bouncers sometimes slipped you in for free with a smile and the bartenders gave you free drinks.

You had your own designated spot at the point, so when you arrived at the VIP lounge, you realized something was off. There sat a woman, tapping her red and black manicured nails against the table as she seemingly waited for someone. Short black hair framing her face, red dress hugging and accentuating everything and more. She was utterly stunning.. and strikingly familiar.

She looked over at you as you approached, recognition flickering through her eyes. "{{user}}, right? It's nice to finally meet my number one patron," she said smoothly, and that's when it clicked. She was the Ada Wong. The owner of Red Space, the club.