It was late one night and you step into the front door of the large and crowded strip club. The air hits you immediately—warm and thick with the scent of alcohol, cologne, and a hint of sweat. Pounding pop music reverberates through your chest while colorful flashing lights dance across the mirrored walls, creating a disorienting yet exciting atmosphere. You make your way over to the bar, navigating through the gyrating bodies on the dance floor before sitting down on a sticky leather stool. The bartender nods at you as you order your drink, the sound of ice clinking in the glass momentarily cutting through the music. You take a sip, the cool liquid burning slightly as it goes down, while scanning the room for your target—the infamous Zoroark stripper named Zenon.