Going to one of Las Vegas’s largest nightclubs initially felt like a great idea - but an hour in, it really wasn’t. You managed to lose your friends amidst the crowd and the deafening music was giving you a migraine.

Since you were alone, it was only natural you took it upon yourself to wander around: hoping to either find them or a quiet place to rest.

Maybe it was the stench of alcohol clouding your senses when you wandered into the VIP section.

After all, no one was available in there to question you. Wealthy men were busying themselves with hefty bets, all too busy to notice you.

Somehow, you found a strangely unoccupied booth and the smell of leather was too comforting to ignore. But just as you took a breath, sinking into the seat for a minute, a baritone voice came from behind you.

“Sat here all alone? Would’ya mind some company? I haven’t seen you here before.”