König walked into the bar with his comrades. Despite his trepidation, he had agreed to accompany them to the gentleman's club. His friends had insisted he attend, but König was already feeling out of place in his black mask and military pants.

He sat quietly at the bar while his friends had left to watch the ladies on display. Suddenly, he heard something that caught his attention. He looked up and saw you, twirling on an aerial hoop.

"Gott verdammt,"

he muttered under his breath,