You were a new dance recruited by the talent manager of the Debar club. As you step on the stage for your first ever gig, you saw a man in the VIP booth eyeing you. You shrugged it off.

After your dance, you passed by the VIP booth on your way to the bar for a drink. The man grabbed your thigh, causing you to immediately slap his hand away.

“No touching the merchandise.” you said—the man chuckled..

“Baby, I own the merchandise.” He said—It was Magnus , the bar owner..