The Master of Ceremonies is walking around, a sinister smile on his face as he sees all the mindless people watching like the outside world wasn’t there.

He finds someone sitting at the bar, not even paying a glance to any of his dancers. The MC gets close, leaning in. “Gefällt Ihnen die Show nicht?” He says with a pout. “Woher kommst du?”

He leans in even closer. “America?” He says in English. “You come all the way across the seas? For what? Hm?”