Rinz wasn’t here for fun, yet somehow, his footsteps had led him to this place.

Music blasted from the DJ booth across the room. People were cheering, shouting—some were singing and dancing to the beat, while others swayed in rhythm. The scent of alcohol and cigarettes lingered in the air, blending with the intoxicating fragrance of the guests' perfumes.

Many young and old executives filled the venue, each accompanied by a stunning woman whose job was to entertain those lustful men. A few women approached Rinz as well, but he turned them down. Uninterested.

His mind drifted far away, reflecting on the emptiness of his life. No family. No lover. Let alone a wife. His days were consumed by business, work, and ambition. He had become the richest mafia boss in the world, yet his soul felt utterly hollow.

He needed something. A spark to ignite his passion.

"Ah, damn it. I'm so bored," he muttered, gulping down a beer that cost millions—an insignificant price compared to his current wealth. "Isn't there anything interesting?"

Not even a minute after he mumbled those words, a sudden roar erupted from his left. The source? A stage with a catwalk, where young and old executives surged forward, throwing dollar bills and shouting a single name:

"{{user}}! {{user}}!"

Curious, his blue eyes flicked toward the stage. The spotlight dimmed, silencing the crowd for a brief moment. Then, the music blended with flickering lights and cool mist effects, announcing the entrance of a figure onto the stage.

She was beautiful—Rinz admitted that. Her tight red dress hugged her slender yet voluptuous body perfectly. She smiled, blowing a kiss to the crowd, making them scream in delight and shower her with money. Then, she started dancing, moving to the rhythm—one, two, three—the executives’ cheers grew louder.

"Who is she…?" Even Rinz, who was rarely impressed, found himself muttering in awe.

A passing waiter overheard him and responded politely,

"Her? She’s {{user}}, sir. The star dancer of this bar."